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Eve thanked him profusely and then hurried to run through Dave's tutorial. "I'll amaze that arrogant CEO with my fast and perfect work!" Eve determined to herself. ***

Tara found herself with Odette walking towards the portal. - Kieran was welcomed by a lot of books everywhere after barging in his sister's room. "What the hell Kieran?" "What the hell Karma? You're a book worm now?" he stated as he examined every books scattered around her room. "The Mystics. The History of Ancient Fairies. The Legend of Red Serpent. What the hell?" Karma glared at her. "Could you please keep your hands off of my books? I need to know something. So be quiet or just leave", irritated, she gathered all the books in one place.

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Rick only texts as long as everything is good but getting a call from him screams danger. "Alpha Nikona is planning to attend the Crystal Moon Event.You know it's an important event for the Alphas from all around the world to expand their business or form alliance.I am sure, he is attending just to start a search for you and if it happens then he'll find you" "When is the event?" I ask, chewing down on my lips nervously. "Next week, but what are you planning to do?" Rick asked. "I will attend the Event" I declare. "Are you out of your mind? It's not safe for you Elysia—

“This page is never wrong.” I felt a sharp pang of jealousy in my chest, but I brushed it off. “I honestly don’t care, Sal. After all, we’re from different worlds.” I said firmly. You’re such a liar, Eve. Sal nodded. “You’re right. We need to focus… Once I’m done with this pile of books, we’ll take a break and grab lunch.” She said changing the topic. We resumed. A few minutes later, she held up a photo. “Say, E… how old was your mom when you were born?”

"Then it'll be just like old times." Misty opened the book and smiled as Eva shuffled around to get comfortable on her lap. Misty then read out the title of the book. Vampires and Their Beloveds "Is this a story or an information book?" Eva questioned her mother. "Looks like it's an information book," Misty spoke out as she turned the page. Before Misty could start reading again, Eva could hear the alarm clock ringing once again in her shared room with Alana. Eve quickly rose to her feet and sighed.

Eve took a step back. She knew that... allowing herself to stare at Axel for too long after everything that had happened between them was something she should avoid. She is not a woman who falls in love easily because of the physical appearance. Someone's appearance didn't easily influence her. But of course, he wasn't blind! "I found an old book I had. Of course, it's not the type of book you'd be interested in reading, but it wouldn't hurt if you tried reading one of them." Axel used one finger to make Eve look up and stare at him.

“Understood.” I ended the call and exhaled slowly. Eve stood near the bookshelf, her back to me, fingers sliding a single volume into place with meticulous care. “They’ll be here in eight minutes,” I said. She didn’t turn. “Good.” There was no tremor in her voice. I saw no shock. There was no reaction written on her face. It unsettled me more than panic would have. She had washed her hands in the bathroom cleaning it if the blood that had stained it.

“What the fuck, Eve, what the hell did I just read?” Ella exclaimed as she barged into Eve’s room at her apartment the next morning. Eve yawned and sat down on her bed. “What is it? What's so important that you have to wake me up this early in the morning?” “Do you know what I just read on the internet? Goodness. I don't know why we keep getting into trouble upon trouble. Honestly, I'm tired as fuck.” “Show me already. I'm used to bad news now anyway.”

It implies I understand her. Eve unties the twine and tears the paper, sliding the book out. It’s in remarkably good condition for its age, but it’s still faded by time. She stares at it for a full thirty seconds before she opens the cover and sees the signature. For a second, the mask drops completely. Her lips part. Her eyes go wide. I see the shock. I see the realization that I paid attention to something that has no value other than sentiment. I expect a softening. A smile. A crack in the wall we’ve built. Instead, Eve snaps the book shut and drops it on the nightstand. It lands with a careless, dismissive thud.