I scanned the tall shelves, running my fingers over spines, both old and new. The library seems so out of place in a decaying city like Gehenna. Maybe the people who funded it hoped the residents would educate themselves and pull their city out of its decades-long funk. Unfortunately, crime, drugs, and poverty can’t be fixed with books. Two thick volunes rested under my arm; one on demonology, and one on angels—because there are two sides to every story. I tried to remind myself of that the other night when she showed up—this woman I wanted to know, until I saw her. We made eye contact for a second.…