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let you get the upper books, but I never went up that far. It was enough for me to peruse the selections at ground level.
    As I strolled back further I looked at what was in the reading boxes. Some of the books were so old they were kept in clear display boxes. They were the books that had to be handled with the utmost care, and those the Jones deemed truly display worthy. I peered into the closest box and looked at the ancient writing. The gold strokes had always been illegible to me, but fun to look at none-the-less. These old pages made history real for me before I had the ability to travel through time. Someone hundreds of years ago had sat somewhere by candlelight, writing the pages I glanced at. They had spent long hours making what would last through the ages. It truly made you appreciate time, not that that was an issue now. My new ability to travel through time made me understand that even better. But there was still something to be said about these old texts.
    I looked up. It felt like someone was watching me. I glanced around the room. The door was still closed, and no one was around. I hadn’t heard anyone enter. Their maids were silent, but not that silent. I looked back around the room. The feeling was still there, but I was alone.
    My focus went back to the documents scattered around the room in glass cases. One toward the far window caught my attention. The carnelian lines around my hand pulsated as if to tell me I was going in the right direction. The tingles in my arm felt much like they did when I was around Seth. I missed him so much, and I was nowhere near knowing how to get him back. It was like Seth was sending me a sign even though we were far apart. I moved slowly down the line of books. Something was calling to the stone that was now imprinted into my arm. I stopped at each book as I passed. Why was one calling to me and all the others not? As I got close to the one I really wanted to see, I paused again. I still felt like someone was watching me. I looked down at the words on the page in the box in front of me. They weren’t the ones calling to me, yet were pretty all the same.
    “Figured this would be where you ran off to,” Logan said quietly from somewhere in the room.
    I was sure I didn’t hear him enter, and I had no clue how long he had been there. He stepped out of the shadow he was hidden in and slowly slunk across the room. Logan had always puzzled me. Around everyone else, you would think he was just another very friendly jock, but alone, he was completely different. His movements were always perfect and graceful, but he kept that hidden from everyone else. I remember the first time I was alone with him. Logan was exciting, and he made me feel like I was the one he had spent his life hunting. I still felt that vibe from him, but now it was just confusing. I didn’t have feelings for him anymore, beyond the annoyance I still felt about our last date. That would probably last forever. The reason I didn’t trust guys in general, and rightfully so, was standing in front of me now. Having him slowly analyzing me was strange. I still got butterflies in my stomach—anyone would get that when someone as hot as him was looking at you. But I didn’t have the loving feelings that once went with those butterflies.
    I didn’t answer, but kept slowly walking, glancing down at each box I passed. As I neared the one I really wanted to see, I only glanced down at it like I had the others. I didn’t need Logan wanting to know more than I could possibly explain, nor did I especially want to talk to him about anything at this point. The box still called to me, and I wanted to stare at it more. The writing, while illegible to me, looked familiar. It almost felt like if I reached in and touched the old paper I would see what it had to say. I clasped my hands behind my back and kept walking. Logan followed behind. I finally stopped at the last box and studied it.
    “Nothing changes, does it?” Logan