The library was no longer a place of quiet books. It was a war zone. Hundreds of characters, alphas, billionaire mobsters, and dark sorcerers crawled out of their torn pages. They weren't looking for freedom. They were looking for me. Their eyes were like empty inkwells, and their mouths were twisted into hungry snarls."The Original," the Queen from the Gilded Academy whispered. Her gold fingernails grew into long, sharp talons. "If we eat your soul, we become real. We won't be sketching anymore. We will be flesh and bone!""Stay back!" I yelled. I pushed Elle behind the bone desk, my hands glowing with purple fire.The characters didn't listen. A massive werewolf, his fur matted with black ink, lunged at me. I ducked, swinging my fist upward. The purple fire slammed into his jaw, sending him flying back into a she
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