Laurent peered at him, puzzled as to how he could be so very cheerful about his fate. The brief sadness had faded away, like fog in sunlight.

Gansey's love of the library made Laurent ache. He felt pride and pleasure, charmed by how Gansey had passed by the Phantom's books and was drawn instead to Laurent's.

"My brother used to read it to me," Laurent murmured. He moved closer, protective of the book, as much as he was thrilled by Gansey's interest in it. It was the only book in the library that was his, a piece of his past.

With an inscription inside the front cover. For Laurent, with love, Father.

Laurent remembered the dedication suddenly, eyes widening as he made a grab for book.