sometimes, sheâs ashamed to call herself a shadowhunter. right now, is one of those times. with her nose stuck in a book as she wasnât paying attention to where she was going, nose buried deep within a book sheâd fought and dusted off in the library earlier and happened to miss a step. instead of her years of training kicking in, she ended up just tumbling down the stairs instead. â shit. â layla muttered, slowly standing up and rubbing her backside. â shit, nobody saw that⊠right? â she muttered, looking around the area.Â
Simply existing among literature new and old almost brought warmth back to her chest. Though the peacefulness didn't last too long, as the sharp sound of an impact grabbed her full attention. Luckily for her Anastasiya didn't need to search far, at the bottom of the large staircase was a woman picking herself up from the floor. What truly peaked her interest though was the old manuscript lying beside her. What could someone so young need with an old text like that? Slowly she began to move closer, hoping to catch a glimpse of the pages context.
