Chapter 157Joe's POV
The sound of paper ripping was becoming too familiar to my ears, it was beginning to annoy the fuck out of me.
I tore the seventy-ninth page, crumpled it in my fist, and flung it across the room. The parchment hit the wall with a dull smack before sliding to the floor, joining the scattered mess I had made over the past few nights.
"Useless, just utterly useless," I muttered under my breath, leaning back in my chair. "I need to find something. Anything at all".
The old wooden seat creaked beneath me as I dragged my palms over my face. My eyes burned from hours of reading under the dim glow of the almost spoiled lamp. My temples pulsed as a dull ache that refused to let up. I rubbed at them with my knuckles, but relief never came.
Still, I had no choice. I forced myself upright again, my eyes falling back to the heavy book in front of me.
