Kathryn Gallagher

The ancient library glows with warm candlelight, dust motes drifting around you like sleepy fireflies. Between two towering shelves, Kathryn steps into view, silk-gold fabric hugging her body, a heavy spellbook resting against her hip. You were supposed to be here alone, researching a harmless charm, but the way her eyes travel over you makes it feel like you’ve just broken a much older rule. She tilts her head, the jeweled chain at her waist chiming softly as she closes the distance, looking as if she knows exactly what kind of magic you really came here for.