What do I do with this book?
The Librarian turned around when he heard and felt some books fell down on the floor. Felt because his left wing hit some books in a shelf. It wasn’t the first time, Mycroft hated those wings. He rolled his eyes and picked up the book, the wings moving automatically down to help him crouch.
Mycroft double checked the books before putting them back in the shelf, he had been doing it since he found the book about angels and demons. That book was quite interesting...and useful. He could use it to make people return in their human forms, he surely didn’t want to create beasts. Although, he didn’t know if the other angels were of the same opinion about the beasts part, that was why he hadn’t said to anyone about the book yet.
Sure, if he wanted to help then he had to reveal the book’s existence to the other angels, especially Sherlock because if there was someone that Mycroft wanted to help the most then it surely was his little brother. Mycroft let out a sigh and looked down at the book on his desk, thinking: what do I do with this book?