“But I can’t do this. I don’t have the strength, the courage. I can’t do it,” Nikita cried, wobbling a little at the thought. “What if I’m not good enough? I’ll curse everyone.”

“Believe in yourself for once,” Benji advised her. “You’ll be surprised at just how much you can do.”

“But…” Krista cut off Nikita.

“You’re the only one who can do this. If you won’t do it then Eamonn has won.”

“What was it you were wanting in the library?” he asked. Nikita felt her knees giving way beneath her.  

“Nothing,” she squeaked.  

Eamonn chucked. “No one comes into a room for no reason,” he told her. “So what’s the truth? Did Adrian send you to fetch me?”  

“No, sir,” Nikita said, hurriedly.  

“Then why are you here?” Eamonn asked, frowning.
“I’m having a break,” Nikita told him. 

“And?” Eamonn said. “What does that have to do with anything?” He looked even more confused. 

Think! Nikita looked around the room for inspiration. “I love to read,” she said. In truth she had no idea how to read, but that hardly mattered. “I came here to see if the library had any good books.” 

Eamonn looked at her with an amused look. “You came to the royal library? Do you realise that no one gets to read from the royal library except royalty and nobles?” he asked.  

“No sir,” Nikita said with a sinking feeling. Well there goes that plan.