A’zaela suddenly felt a sense of dread settle in her stomach. She looked up away from her bookshelf and over at Eleanor, who was nibbling on her bottom lip. She looked like a child who’d just gotten yelled at, which was entirely out of character.
That’s when A’zaela knew where the crash she’d heard moments before came from. She wet her lips and said, “Eleanor…?”
“I need your help. Badly.”
“What happened?” she asked, voice rising an octave.
Eleanor paused, “I was trying to get a book, and it was on the highest shelf. I couldn’t reach it, and I even managed to find a step-stool, but…”
“Show me. Please.”
Soon the two found themselves at the upstairs Riskbreaker library, and a mess at their feet. The bookshelf had toppled over, and there were books everywhere. A’zaela wasn’t exactly sure if she could step forward without stepping on a book.
“Alright. This is…okay. We can fix this. No one else needs to know. We can definitely…”
“Miss Linh, do you honestly think no one else heard this?!”
A’z hissed, “We can fix this, Eleanor! W-we have to, oh Gods…”
“Okay, okay, I’ll get the books and pile them up, and you…find a way to get the bookshelf back upright.”
Both of the girls blanched as a door slammed downstairs and heard someone yell, “What in the bloody hells was that?!”