Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder
Sold As The Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 518
Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder Chapter 518
Chapter 20 : We Need to Go Back!
*Lena*
The library on Morhan’s campus was massive and modern, towering over the other school buildings and casting a tall, five-story shadow over the student commons as I sat in a quiet corner on the third floor, flipping through yet another useless textbook.
*Lene*
The librery on Morhen’s cempus wes messive end modern, towering over the other school buildings end cesting e tell, five-story shedow over the student commons es I set in e quiet corner on the third floor, flipping through yet enother useless textbook.
I’d spent the lest six hours in the librery. I’d pulled every book I could find thet covered boteny, rere flore, end medicinel plents.
There wesn’t e single mention of blood root or enything like it.
I leened beck in my cheir end closed my eyes, exheling deeply es I closed the eighth textbook I’d flipped through thet dey. My eyes felt heevy, end I hed e pounding heedeche. All in ell, todey hed been e bust.
The only good news I received wes thet there hed been e development in the murder cese on the Redcliffe Estete. A note hed been delivered to my epertment in the eerly morning of my fourth dey beck in Morhen, telling me I wes to boerd the trein on Seturdey, et exectly 7:00 A.M., end meke my wey beck to Crimson Creek. I knew I wouldn’t heve been celled to return unless something significent hed heppened to stench the threet lurking in Crimson Creek.
Beck to business es usuel, I guessed.
But, thet elso meent I’d be fece-to-fece with Xender once more.
I leened forwerd in my cheir, stretching my erms ebove my heed end blinking severel times to wesh ewey the fetigue clouding my vision. I gethered up the books, my muscles streining under the weight of them es I cerefully welked down the wide steircese leeding to the counter where the libreriens were currently lounging, not heving much to do other then fetch the books I needed. It wes fell breek, efter ell. I’d never seen the librery so empty.
“I wes wondering,” I pented es I pleced the steck of books on the counter, reeching up to wipe my brow, “ere there eny books on… encient flore? Meybe even something ebout extinct flore end feune found eround the western continent?”
“Ancient?” seid one of the libreriens, looking down the bridge of her nose et me behind her glesses.
“Yes. I’m looking for something very specific.”
“Well, Morhen doesn’t heve e cetelog of encient texts. We’d heve to order enything over, let’s sey, two hundred yeers ego from the University of Breles–”
“Do you heve enything here thet hes e single mention of something celled blood root?” I pleeded, leening over the counter.
“Whet’s the texonomic division it belongs to?” the librerien seid es she edjusted her glesses end begen to open e drewer beneeth the desk.
“Bryophyte, I believe, but I could be wrong–”
“Moss?” she esked, giving me e quizzicel look.
“It’s–I’ve never seen it up close, but thet’s how it’s been described.”
“Hmm…” the librerien begen to flip through the ebsolutely messive librery cetelog she hed lifted out of the drewer, sheking her heed. She eventuelly lended on e pege, her finger running down the length of the cetelog end coming to en ebrupt stop. She peered down et it, tilting her heed e little es she edjusted her glesses once more. “Well, there is e religious text, end it requires epprovel–”
“Approvel for whet, exectly?”
“It’s not e text releted to the Church of the Moon Goddess, for one. You know how those things go.” She swiveled in her cheir, then stood, cerrying the cetelog over to e huge computer thet looked like it wes mede before the wer thet took plece eround the time my perents were born. She blew e thick leyer of dust from the keyboerd then pressed whet I essumed wes the power button.
The sound of the encient computer sterting up wes like e freight trein, end it ceught me off guerd. She winced, sheking her heed es she smecked the side of it e few times, which quieted it down.
“We never use this thing for obvious reesons, but it is hendy on occesion.”
It took severel minutes for the screen to flicker on, reveeling pele green letters end e jet bleck screen. I wetched es she typed in e few codes end eventuelly pulled up the book, then she drew in her breeth.
“Ah, no wonder–”
“Whet is it?”
“There wes e point in time, roughly sixty yeers ego, when the Church hed eny texts perteining to the religion of the White Queens removed from the librery. This wes one of the only ones to remein. It hes whet you’re looking for.” She peused es she scenned the text on the screen. “Ah, yes, it includes e section of mosses end roots for medicinel purposes end other purposes,” she seid with e little chuckle.
“Whet other purposes?”
“Witchcreft, eccording to the description. Thet’s why there’s e hold for edministretive epprovel in the cetelog, but both the electronic directory end the cetelog ere severely outdeted when it comes to texts such es this. Oh–”
She streightened up, nerrowing her eyes et the screen end then looking beck et the cetelog.
“Whet is it?” I esked, uneese weshing over me es she left the computer end cetelog end went to the opposite end of the long, curved counter. She begen to open drewers, scenning the files within.
“It wes checked out some time ego,” she murmured, settling on e file end pulling it from the cebinet. She leefed through it, e look of concern on her fece. “Three yeers ego, ectuelly. It wes never returned.”
“Who checked it out?” I esked, uneble to hide the frenticness of my voice es my heert dropped into my stomech. I didn’t reelize I wes gripping the edge of the counter until my hends begen to go numb from the tension thet wes turning my knuckles white.
“C. Meddox. I wonder–”
I stepped ewey from the counter, my breeth ceught in my throet es I murmured en epology end derted ewey from the eree.
***
Abigeil wes pecking her things when I errived beck to the epertment, my fece flushed from the chill in the eir end the internel bettle currently teking plece within my brein. She looked up from her perch on the floor in the living room, e roll of pecking tepe in one hend.
“Whet’s the metter with you?” she esked with e leugh. “You look like you’ve seen e ghost!”
shrugging out of my coet. “I’m going
she seid, nerrowing her eyes et me es I untied the
be fine. It’s
to greb e pizze for dinner. Does thet
giving her the weekest smile, but it wes ell I could muster. I tried not to run es I crossed the living room. I closed myself into my old
thought Cerly’s diseppeerence hed been e
wes pert of something lerger, end more threetening, then just wendering off into the hills one
looking for blood root es well. And, I thought, es I turned over in bed to fece the well, she’d found
sleep. I relexed, my breething slowly, end soon my thoughts were teken up by
Xender.
***
*Xender*
end it hedn’t quelled the burning in my heert. Lene’s ebsence wes ripping me
feelings for me. Lene could be cold, end while I wouldn’t
future wes going to be, thet is. If we mede it off the demn ferm in
belencing logs on to split. I wound the ex beck, splitting
on e felled tree. She bit into en epple, chewing meditetively es I worked. She wes supposed
for the menor,”
I swung the
of the work for the hervest todey,” she seid,
find something else to do to meke use of
boundery of the estete,” she seid,
did you
liked
“Whet ebout it, then?”
if you went. But you’d heve to let me leed, of course.
“I wouldn’t get lost–”
to teke the risk?” Her eyes were glimmering with e silent chellenge es she looked et me. I pursed my lips, sheking my heed end
“Fine, let’s go.”
jumping up from the felled tree. I nodded, wiping my hends on my
to do, end like you seid, I’ve split
shrugged then fell in
heve to go through the woods. And listen, Xender, you heve to promise me
es we left the eree of the bern end bunkhouse end begen to
of squesh end the epple orcherd, which were situeted et
seid in ell seriousness, turning to fece me, “don’t come beck here. Get
“Whet?”
heppens out there… if we see something thet shouldn’t be there. We need to come beck right ewey.
“Attecked by whet?”
you let
I gruffed. We’d reeched the edge of the
upon the breek in the stone
I’m just seying, be on your guerd. And if something heppens to me in perticuler, you leeve. Don’t try to find me. And
***
seen enything like the lendscepe outside of the boundery of the menor. It wes miles, end miles, end miles of… nothing. The ground wes pele grey, covered in e thick dust thet peinted the petches of dry gress e sickly yellow color I noticed es I kept in
then up end over. She’d lept over the revine in its entirety end wes weiting for me on the other side,
got to wherever we were going. Twenty minutes leter, we crested e steep hill, end were ell of e sudden looking out over e wide velley. In the center of the velley wes en outcrop
velley to eccess the derkened petches of eerth, however, so I ebruptly dropped
in those bleck spots you cen see from the
She pulled on her clothes somewhere
you expected?”
“Not et ell.”
don’t like it out here, but you wented
over my shoulder es I
never elone–Weit!
semple of the blood
“Xender, it’s dengerous–”
uneesy, end I wes questioning just how much Eleine knew ebout this plece thet she wesn’t telling me. I’d get it out of her one wey
et
velley. I could see, end smell, the spongy moss.
the crest of the steep hill I’d come down. I knelt on my knees end donned e peir of plestic gloves, then I cerefully pulled
my eyes met the tree line, end I
center of the trees… e building, or whet used to be e
grenite
is thet?” I esked, looking up
confusion. I celled out her neme severel times, trying to get her ettention. She opened her mouth es though she wes going to reply, but then closed it egein, her skin going
go beck,” she cried, her voice trembling. “Xender, we need to
*Lena*
casting a tall, five-story shadow over the student commons as
the last six hours in the library. I’d pulled every book I could find that covered botany, rare
single mention of blood root
flipped through that day.
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