The library was Yuna's territory. It was a silent, ordered kingdom where she was the undisputed, and only, ruler. Kofi felt like an invader as he walked through the quiet stacks, his footsteps a loud, clumsy intrusion.
He found her in her usual spot, a secluded carrel in the back corner, surrounded by a fortress of books. She was bent over a large, ancient-looking text, her focus so complete that she did not seem to notice his approach.
He stood by her table for a long moment, waiting to be acknowledged. She did not look up.
He finally cleared his throat.
She looked up, her eyes a flash of cold, pure annoyance. The annoyance sharpened when she saw who it was.
"What do you want?"
"We need to talk."
"No, we don't." She looked back down at her book, a clear, final dismissal.
He did not move. He pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. "Yes, we do. This is about Silas."
