That tome is Dark magic....MONSTER!
“Monster?” Pelleas echoed, unable to form any other words in the face of such fury. She looked absolutely indignant... and wronged, and all he could do was hold the Fenrir tome out uselessly. Like seeing it better would do anything to placate her. He looked down at it, not entirely unsympathetic to her feelings.
“I know dark magic is often used by those with ill intentions, but I’ve tried not to hurt anyone with it.” He met her angry eyes, unsure why he felt compelled to defend himself to a stranger. “Please believe me: I’m not a monster.”













