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she called. He climbed the stairs and saw his room entryway broken, light leaking into the lobby. Squeezing it open, he grinned. Sitting with her back against the pads, she held a novel in her hands some senseless cherish story she’d been fixating over. She wore a college T- shirt and his perusing glasses. Folding back her page, she closed the book and grinned at him. “How was the shield meeting?” “The normal. I gotten a drink with Slade afterward.” “I figured.”

Maybe, he was a good guy, maybe, she just needed to give him a chance in her life. "Will you give me a chance to at least be your friend?" He smiled slowly making her smile too. She held his hand, flashing a smile. "I don't see why not." And then, he smiled back at her. *** Nova was busy reading one of her favorite romance novels, what better way was to enjoy in her own house? She had a knock on the door and her brows furrowed with confusion and anger, who in the heck was it now? She stood up from the dining chair and walked towards the door, she opened it wide, and raised her brows.

A Second Attempt The next evening, he found her at the same lounge, tucked into the corner with a book in her hand. The sight alone was unusual—who brought a novel to a dimly lit social club? It was an invitation to solitude, a deliberate signal that she wasn’t here to entertain or be entertained. Naturally, he took that as an invitation to disrupt it. “Good book?” he asked, sliding into the seat across from her without waiting for permission. She sighed softly, closing the book with an exaggerated slowness, as if mourning the interruption. “It was.”

When he held her hand, she had a brief thought that he had reverted to their happy days, but then he proved her wrong again and again. A while later, she inhaled sharply, and the tears finally stopped pouring. She stood up, kneeled on the ground, and took the book under the compartment of her bed. Ever since coming back, she had never let anyone clean her room, under the pretense of disliking others' presence for some time. The old sheepskin cover remained the same, and now the book seems heavier than the last time she held it. -

Riccardo looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Are you the one?" She said again more clearly. "I don't know what you're talking about." He said. "I am talking about the notes. Are you the one keeping those notes in this book." She said holding up her novel. He studied her for a while, eyes narrowing and lips curving up in a smile. He is breathtaking. "Yes, it was me." He said, straightening up his back and the smile on his face just got bigger, making her heart skip a bit.

The morning light came in flat and grey over the mountains, the same as every morning, indifferent to the fact that two days ago everything in this Keep had been uncomplicated in a way it no longer was. He had moved the book himself, the morning after her arrival, when the night watch had told him a light was burning in the library past midnight. He had gone down and found the gap on the shelf and understood immediately what she had been doing and put the volume somewhere she would not find it without knowing where to look. He had not considered that she would go back for it. He should have. "Where is she now?" he said. "Breakfast room. Eating alone. Lena is with her." Caius paused. "She ask

She went past him glaring, but he didn’t notice. She spent a quarter of an hour looking for an entertaining novel, and when she found one, she sat on the place by the window. Soon, her mind was completely captured by the book she began to read. Sometime later, she heard a deep voice asking her “You’re reading a novel?” naturally lifted her head and saw Hyuk Soo sitting on the chair, in front of her.

I demanded aloud. But there was no answer. The Old Lady simply vanished into the shadows of the room, leaving nothing but the scent of lavender behind. In the same breath, Novel’s strength gave out, and she fainted into my arms. I carried her back to the guest room and laid her gently on the bed. I sat by her side for hours, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. “I don’t understand what that woman meant, Novel,” I whispered, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

I went to purchase another copy of the novel,while you were asleep" I said and her face lit up. "Really ?" She asked. "Yes" I said. "It's so interesting and i can't wait to continue reading it...What of the torn copy ?" She asked. "Uh..that ? I've shoved it in the library shelf" I said and she nodded. "I also purchased a new novel" I said. "Really? Is it also the same author's novel?" She asked and i shook my head. "Lone eagle by Danielle steels" I said. "Wow,the name tells it all,its sure gonna be interesting" She said.

The same way Dominic made that decision for her now. *She has never in her life been unable to hold something hard.* *That was never the problem.* *I was.* I closed the notebook. Sat in the quiet kitchen. Outside the city kept moving. Inside, something had finally stopped.