Draziel's POV
I folded my fingers tighter on my sword. For the first time in a while, I felt cold sweats dripping down my forehead to my brows, just as cold as the hands gripping my soul inside of me. This was dangerous, the craziest thing I would do in years. But I had to do it. I have to do it to save not just me from eternal doom but Lyra too.
"So what's the plan?" Zarek asked.
Since we were moving with our backs pressed against each other's, I felt his body pulse and quiver on mine. Even if I didn't hear the tension in his voice, I felt the one in his body.
"You will go for the scroll, Zarek. It is on shelf number 4001. And while you are getting it, Varin and I would protect you from father's spirit."
"But how do I find it amongst the scrolls that would be there? I don't want to be searching for it for too long, until Father's spirit creeps up behind—" he rambled, until Varin stopped him.
