Emma had always liked libraries. After the kitchen when Sister Thérèse was on cooking duty, surrounded by books to read had been her favorite hiding place at school. And later, wherever she and Sabine traveled, a stop at the best libraries was usually a given. The library at Kinross Castle had been a disorganized maze, with books of every conceivable topic, and it hadn't taken long for Pyro to know to check there as one of the places he was likely to find her, even though he'd never really understood her love for books.

The newly opened library at the inn was none of those places, but it was a library. Emma had spent a little while wandering, perusing the shelves, noting things she might want to check out before she left. For now, though, she was enjoying the quiet atmosphere. She got a coffee and found a comfortable seat, then pulled one of the tarot decks from her bag, shuffled, and laid the cards out in front of her, focusing somewhere beyond the surface of the images to what else they could show her.