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She just wanted to forget the rejection. Larissa pushed open the door at the end of the hall. “Finn room?” She smiled to herself as she walked in. Finn was going to be mad, but she didn't care. She collapsed onto the massive bed, clutching the bottle to her chest. She took a long gulp, the liquor spilling down her chin and onto her lingerie. A hysterical chuckle bubbled up from her throat. "Look at you," she slurred, staring at the ceiling. "So desperate, so pathetic."

Not with Ethan still watching her like that. And definitely not with Lucas grinning like he was about to enjoy every second. Lena looked at Mason. “If I say no?” “You drink the mystery cup.” Someone lifted a red cup from the floor like it was radioactive. Lena stared at the suspicious liquid inside. “Oh hell no.” The room roared. She groaned, dragging both hands over her face. “Fine.” The screaming nearly shook the walls. Lucas pushed himself upright first. “Well,” he said casually, dusting off his jeans, “this is officially the best party I’ve ever attended.”

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he asked. She thought for a second. “Ones that have happy endings.” “A romantic?” he asked. She never considered herself one. “I like noir—but the stories where the boy gets the girl in the end. Or vice versa.” “Top shelf,” he told her, indicating the back room. She went there and waited. What if he followed? What would that mean? She’d been out of the dating loop since she’d landed her current job, the one that had sucked up all her time, her mind, her soul, her life. Her fingers trailed over the broken spines of misused paperbacks, and she hoped he would follow her. But what would she say? What would she do?

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I kept my eyes on my notebook at first, pretending to be the perfect student, but I could feel his gaze burning into me the second he stepped behind the podium. Professor Harlan’s stormy gray eyes locked onto my spread legs. His jaw tightened visibly, and for a split second his Adam’s apple bobbed hard as he swallowed. He cleared his throat, trying to start the lecture, but his voice came out a little rougher than usual. “Today we’re discussing… the influence of Romantic poets on modern literature.” He shifted his weight, adjusting his stance behind the podium like he was trying to hide the growing bulge in his slacks.

" And your diary? Are you still writing? - Loretta wanted to know, after a while. " More than ever! It's definitely the therapy I've found. But I'm changing it up with reading some books… I've borrowed two from him. "His… Max Anthon? " Himself. " Wow, must be that very erudite literature. - Loretta wrinkles her nose. " That's where you're wrong! They are contemporary. Very current, I would say. Want to borrow one to distract your mind for those hours?

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Chapter 1 Lena finished her night shift at the coffee shop….she went out through the back door of the cafe, she rubbed her arms on her body feeling the chill of the cold night. The streets were silent as she walked home…she remembers her sisters worries about her going home so late at night and smiled….she gets to the front of her gate and saw him leaning against the wall with a cigarette in the middle of his fingers. “You’re always waiting for me” Lena said softly.

he asked, his voice quieter this time, as if afraid to disturb the peace of the shop. I glanced at him, “I love them,” I said, running my fingers along the spines of the books. “They’re like an escape—a way to step into another world, even if it’s just for a little while.” He nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long. “I get that,” he said, his voice barely audible. I stopped in front of a section labeled Legends and Lore. The titles immediately caught my eye: The Myths of Moonsdale, The Wolves of the Moonlight, The Moon’s Chosen.