Jioni only had three days—a mere seventy-two hours to find something valuable as payment. She tossed clothes and books into the air, her movement quick, her search frantic as she feared a cold prison cell. For now, she resided in a library filled to the brim with some of the most useless items imaginable: tall and damaged shelves with worn-out dilapidated books. Her eyes darted left and right.
She hopped over the old books on the floor to get to a tree—one that invaded the center of the room. Panic swelled inside her as she now searched this area; hidden inside the tree’s hollow was the ticket to her problem, but it gave the opposite effect as she drew a sharp breath.
