Merlin led the way along a short hallway and Rosario followed, trying not to fidget with the sleeves of her jacket. There was a weird smell wafting from one of the rooms, a jarring combination of Abuela's peppermint tea and high school gym class in summer. Rosario wrinkled her nose surreptitiously. Fortunately, Merlin passed by the room, continuing on to the door at the end and pushing it open—
It wasn't even a tiny bit of an exaggeration to call it a library. If anything, it was almost underselling it. Rosario's eyes went wide as she followed the towering wall of books up— and up— and up, three full storeys' worth of shelves, all full to overflowing with books. But it was the ceiling that pulled her focus: it was a starry canopy, gilt constellations gleaming brightly against the deep blue paint. "Wow," she breathed.