But no. They'd kept everything in their native languages. On purpose. So only people like them—people like 'her'—could read it.
When she'd seen the dust, she'd understood.
And she had to hand it to Cutie. With just a few quick words—God knows how she'd managed to condense her instructions—he'd pulled it off. The fake books looked identical. Of course, it helped that everything in the archive was covered in the same dull leather with plain, rough pages.
But the real victim here? Veer.
Paper wasn't cheap in this world. Getting this much—eight full books' worth—must've cost him. From the look of it, he'd probably used up every scrap of blank paper he'd been saving for years.
Kaya glanced at him, guilt flickering for half a second.
Then she shrugged it off. He'd agreed to help. And besides, these books might save her life.
