Chapter 47: The Book
>>Aelin
I sat on the edge of the bed, the old book resting heavily on my lap, I had my back to Draegon as I stared at it.
Considering one final time if I should show it to him or not
I could feel his gaze on me and I also knew hiding this won’t take me anywhere. I ran my fingers over the cover while Draegon stood by the window, his arms crossed as he watched me, his curiosity barely masked by the stiff line of his jaw.
Finally I got up as I opened the book and walked over to him, I held it out to him. "Here," I said. "You should see it for yourself."
He approached slowly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took the book, and started flipping through the pages. His brow furrowed as he scanned them.
He then paused and looked at me, "You got your magic from this?" He asked and I nodded. I had told him that my powers suddenly awakened because of a book I opened. He kept his eyes on me, looking at me funny, "There’s nothing in this book," he said flatly, holding it up as if I’d just handed him a prank.
I rolled my eyes. "Look at the cover," I said, reaching out and snatching it back from him. "You’re missing the point." I closed it with a decisive thud and held it up, showing him the cosmic design.
Draegon’s eyes widened, and his expression shifted from skepticism to recognition. "Oh," he murmured, the tension in his body easing. He took a step closer, staring at it as though it were a long-lost artifact.
"You know it?" I asked, surprised by his reaction.
He nodded slowly, his gaze never leaving the book. "I’ve seen this before. I tried to read it once, years ago." He hesitated, "But... there was nothing written in it. Just empty pages." He glanced at me again, "Just like now."