Bab 39: Deja-Vu

Eltanin's expression became cold as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on him. His clefted chin appeared so angular that it could cut metal. All at once, he turned away from her and walked to his table. He walked to the far end of the shelves that were on the left. He bent down and turned the handle  at the bottom after turning the locks on it. The small door of the shelf opened with a groan. He took out a red leather-bound grimoire and closed the panel. It made an even louder groan as it closed, as if hating its occupant's absence. Eltanin kept his hand placed over it for a while until the door stopped making the sound. It was as if he was cajoling the shelf to quiet.