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It was the exact shade of peach as Nabanita's book cover had been, though a little worse for wear. Aspen pulled down a notebook and turned to face them. "I'll need those titles for my TBR, please?" What did he say? Had Lumen noticed? How were they proceeding? If Aspen had read her mother's book, if she still had it, that was good, right? He licked his lips. The sooner they figured all of this out, the quicker he could get Lumen out of here. "Hey, I recognize that one." He put his elbows on the desk and pointed at Nabanita's book. "Isn't that one about a woman who grew up a Creedite?"

The room was empty, save for a pedestal at its center, upon which rested a small, leather-bound book. Elliot approached cautiously, his flashlight fixed on the pedestal. The book was worn, its cover cracked and stained, but the Ashworth crest was unmistakable on its surface. “This must be it,” he said, reaching for the book. Emma grabbed his arm. “Wait. What if it’s another trap?” Elliot hesitated, the air in the chamber pressing down on him like a warning. But something about the book pulled at him, a deep, unshakable instinct that told him he needed to see what was inside.

"I have a talk at NYU today. I've decided to eat lunch out with you, and I need you to book me a manicure-pedicure at Downtown." "After lunch?" Chase complained. "But you have a magazine signing at 2:30." "Yes. And I'll be there," I assured standing up. “These nails won’t clean themselves.” I was surprised to feel that the pain in my shoulder had stopped. Or maybe it's just gone numb with the work. When I was almost at the door, I turned back to Chase, who was once again on his back on the floor. "I almost forgot; I need you to print copies of Lucas De Marchi's face. I want it on each punching bag, in your trainer's glove and every shooting dummy in here." I heard him say something to himsel

Pissed at myself for pushing away the one thing in my life that I loved more than my need for retribution against Ricci. *************************** AUTHOR NOTE: Sorry for delays with updates! I promise they will be coming in more consistent. phantom is almost over. Book 2 in the Elite series will be shortly following. If you like the story please rate, comment, and review! Thank you !

It was Damian Knight’s voice when he said, “You belong to me.” Because a part of her believed him. And a darker part didn’t want to argue. She stood restlessly and wandered the room. Her fingers trailed along the bookshelves. Most were hardbound. Thick, glossy, untouched. Titles like Power & Play, Behavioral Strategy, and Psychology of Loyalty. One book was crooked. She tilted her head. It was the only one not aligned with the rest. She reached out. Pulled it. Nothing happened. No secret door. No dramatic reveal.

“She’s an Almega, Asha. Did you see that monster she turned into? She’s going to kill us all if we don’t kill her first.” “Andros—“ I grabbed his arm as I pleaded once again, but he pushes the book to me, cutting me off. “Read this book, Asha, and you will find out the truth yourself,” Andros gave me one last look before going back to the Packhouse, leaving the book in my hands.

I didn’t bother to switch the lights on. I stretched my hand under the bed, where I put my book. I smiled as I feel the hard binder of the book. I grabbed the book and saw the title. How to summon the gods. “What is that?” Asher asked standing on the gate of the room. He eyed the book suspiciously. His eyes set on the book only. “This will lead us to the person who is responsible for all of this.” I said and put the book in the bag. “There is one more place we have to go.” I said walking past Asher. He followed me.

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"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."