“This unicorn is for you my love as a token of my enchantment by you.” Weighed down by the smoky quartz figurine, Franklin’s hand lowered a half-inch further. Seconds ticked by while he waited for Eleanor’s response. A minute became two minutes and still she stared at the small gift he held for her, her eyes unblinking, her expression oddly curious. He knew this was not going to change her mind about him. Years ago she had committed her life to the Manuscripts and her duty to protect them was sacred….