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Some pages were stuck together. Sometime, one had to rub the corner of two pages to turn the page. And Aspen always bit his nails while reading. Aurora tightened her grip till the paper crumbled in her hand and turned to Damien. “I know who caused Aspen’s allergy and how.” She said in a freezing voice. She presented the book and pointed at the corner of those pages. “Lady Blanc glued pages with peanut butter together. So Aspen had to rub the pages to separate them while reading. And he always bit his nails while reading. It was how peanut got into his mouth!”

“The room is changing.” Everyone turned. The room beyond the doorway looked brighter now. Warmer. More alive. The shadows had disappeared. The window glowed with silver-gold light. And the book itself no longer seemed ancient. It seemed unfinished. Waiting. Arthur noticed it too. “The pages.” Silence. Several blank pages had appeared after the written ones. Empty. Ready. Ama stared at them. A strange ache filled her chest. Not sorrow. Possibility. The book wasn't ending. It was waiting for a continuation.

But I knew some hill folk—especially a hoodoo man named Clive Hartley—who could read Latin, so I put it aside for later. I looked back into the box and of course, that’s when I found it. The book that’s caused all this trouble. The Way of Ah-Tzenul. Course, that’s not what’s printed on the cover. There’s a picture of some sorta tribal man squatting down with both hands raised to the sky etched into the cover and traced in silver. Otherwise, it’s a plain-looking book, all bound in pebbly black leather.

“I’m fine. Something just feels off. It’s probably because I didn’t sleep well.” Bright made a low noise and stepped over to them. He ran a hand through Ray hair and then pressed a kiss to his temple. “Maybe. Well, we’ll handle whatever it is either way. Why don’t you get some more sleep? We can just order in our brunch today whenever you feel up to eating.” “I’m fine. I’m comfortable here, and I want to hear the story. It’s been months since I’ve seen that book. Where did you find it?” “It was here.” Ash glanced at Bright. “Could the maids have found it?”

When you hunted apex predators, knowledge was the only equalizer. But something about this collection felt... off. It wasn’t tactical. It was frantic. I shifted a stack of papers. Beneath them lay medical journals about viral transmission. Ancient texts on the transition process. This wasn’t just studying the enemy. She was studying the Change. A thick, leather-bound book sat open near the edge of the desk, an anime-themed bookmark keeping the page. I picked it up, the leather cold in my hand. A tight, sickening knot formed in the pit of my stomach as I read the chapter heading in bold, archaic script.

I say. THE END Book three is called The Strong, and it is Jude Ashford’s story. Dylan and Jo will be a part of that book. You will see what happens to them through Jude’s eyes. Jude is the second oldest brother and the quietest one of them all. He is a mystery to his brothers, but time will knock down his defenses and expose him to everyone. Join the Ashford’s finding out who Jude Ashford really is.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

“Why do you have access?” He didn’t answer right away. Just walked in, footsteps echoing. “Because I do,” he said quietly, “Let’s just leave it at that.” Damon stopped at a central table. A thick black leather-bound book rested there. “This,” he said, “is the Black Ledger.” I stepped closer. “What’s in? I’d like to,” I asked. He opened it instead. I barely heard Damon’s voice anymore. My eyes scanned the page, devouring words that felt like they were burning themselves into me.

The page blurred for a moment, but when I blinked and rubbed my eyes, my sight cleared, and something unusual caught my eye. “Wait,” I whispered. Kylan looked up instantly. “What?” I leaned closer to the page, tracing my fingers over the sketch in the middle. The book was clearly old, both hand-drawn and handwritten in a script that was hard to make out, but I knew it was the right page. ‘The Box of Ashes.’ “Look,” I pointed out. “Aren’t these the symbols from the box?”

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."