(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The cab pulls up in front of the public library and I tell the driver to keep the change. I slam the door shut behind me and the noise from the streets of Vegas floods my ears.
I stand there for a second, sunglasses perched on my nose, staring up at the building.
Tall. Gray. Boring.
Perfect.
Just glass doors and stone steps and a steady flow of people who mind their own damn business.
I head up the stairs and once I'm inside, the air changes instantly. It's cooler, and heavy with that old paper smell that always makes me feel like I should lower my voice even when I'm not talking.
The library is dead quiet.
Too quiet.
The sound of my heels against the polished floor echo as I walk deeper inside, past rows of bookshelves and long tables filled with students hunched over laptops.
I scan the room through my sunglasses until my eyes land on her.
