Mordecai laughed out loud, his golden voice fell short in the book choked isle, “You’re not serious-”
“Evidently,” Ellis said, glasses gleaming through two shelved, torn books, “I am.” He shoved a dark volume into the empty space between the books and dust whuffed into Mordecai’s sparkling face.
Swiping at the dust, the king stormed down of the isle where more books filled the empty caches as fast as he could blink. “You wouldn’t tell me to leave so boldly if you faced me like a man!” He said, watching the last space fill. Walking faster, he gripped the edge of the shelf and swung around the corner, rushing into Ellis. His cape capture his legs and he reeled over Ellis. He death gripped the tower of books in Ellis’s arms, leaning precariously on his toes, and his nose smacked against a Donavyn Detrin Atlas.