“John, right?” she asks with a slow smirk, one hand sitting on her hip.
“You’re Ellie’s older cousin.” It’s not a question, she knows exactly who he is. Most people did. He was a strong hunter already, though they were barely out of school. He’d be prolific if he kept it up. She turns away from him to pull a book from one of the two stacks they’re trapped between. There was a major exam coming up in two days revolving around the beasts spawning from witch-kind. And there was only one copy of this book in the library. “Looking for this?”














