Eleonore’s POV
My head turned abruptly when the sound of a book landed on the table in front of me.
When I turned to the sound of the commotion I saw that it was Michael, who had come downstairs from where he was upstairs, and slammed the book I had taken from the pack library. I looked at him confused for a moment, wondering what he was doing in my things, first of all, and then secondly why he deemed it necessary to slam the book in front of me.
I was about to reach for the notepad in front of me before he pointed at the book and began speaking.
“It was in this book,” he began to tell me. “I couldn’t remember where I had heard about it before, but the minute I walked past your room and saw the book on your bed I remembered where I had heard about your abilities before. It’s from this book.”