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She hadn’t even heard him come in. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “And the clothes?” she asked softly. “I had those brought too. You’ll be more comfortable here. The books are on the shelf.” Antonia turned back to the shelf. Among the race cars and biographies, she spotted a tidy row of pregnancy books—everything from What to Expect to more medical, in-depth volumes. A journal lay beside them with a gold-embossed title: Letters to Our Baby.

It’s like my own personal heaven. I walk slowly between the rows, dragging my fingers along the spines of the books. Some are new. Some are so old their titles have faded off completely. I find books on werewolf history, on herbs and healing, on the different bloodlines of the kingdom. I even find one that looks like a cookbook, filled with strange ingredients I’ve never heard of. I lose track of time flipping through them, sinking into a worn leather chair near the center of the room. The quiet is peaceful. So different from the chaos outside these walls.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

Lev asks as the waiter leaves. “They own a bookstore,” I reply, grateful for the easy question. “They’ve been running it since before I was born. It’s a small place, but it’s pretty much the only place in town that sells the types of books people really want to read.” “I take it they’re not peddling textbooks,” he replies with a grin. “A lot of Romance. Holy shit, so much Romance. That, and Murder Mysteries, but people need some excitement. God knows they don’t get any in that little town otherwise.”

And I treat many people to coffee and tea for free - no need to worry about this. The coffee machine rattled noisily, grinding beans. —Where is your section with horror literature? Thrillers? “Everywhere,” Yuna looked around at all the shelves in her field of vision. — We have a shop with a narrow specialization, there is practically no popular literature, especially sentimental prose, women’s fantasy and ironic detective stories. But there is a variety of alternatives, horror, mysticism, thrillers, dystopias. In general, we buy everything that other stores take for testing sales. With second-hand books, things are similar.

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

I refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. He moved to the bed and stretched out on his stomach. "Whenever you're ready." "Actually," I hesitated. "I didn't expect us to do this today. I don't have any of my books with me." He pointed toward a bookshelf I hadn't noticed earlier. "Help yourself." I scanned the titles. Business theory, economics, biographies of tech moguls. "I don't read these kinds of books." "What do you read?" "I only read romance."

The doorbell over the door rang when he entered, and for an instant, he stood still—not uncertain, but due to the strange warmth that rushed up to meet him. It smelled like cardamom tea and old parchment. Music was playing softly in the background—something acoustic, not jarring. Books lined every wall, their spines lovingly lined up by color and genre. A shelf of poetry books sat in the corner, surrounded by dried lavender and hand-painted bookmarks. And behind the counter. she stood there. Lena had just rolled a stack of children's books under the register when she looked up—and they made eye contact. For the first time.

As we step inside the small store, I was flabbergasted, mostly because the inside was so much larger than the outside. [ The Whole store was enchanted with Space Enlargement magic…Quite fascinating for a retired old magician...]. "Interesting…..so that's why the inside was this large..…". The whole store was full of books, it looks like a library rather than a store, the bookshelf was as high as a ceiling, everywhere your head turns is filled with books. There's even a section for every book, Tome, magic books, history, tales, there's even an adult section. As Baroness Lydia was busy calling the Store owner, which she claims that the owner was once a famous royal magician. Elijah and Mina we

Cobalt gestured her hand at the library section as she was already walking toward it. Matthew followed her. There were three shelves that had two sides and were filled with books regarding various topics, or at least one shelf was. That shelf had books regarding magic, medicine, religion, biology, chemistry, and other medical topics. While the other two shelves were filled with novels, comics, and such. “Do you read entertainment books? I’ve heard that people from your realm like them very much.” “I used to, but I haven’t ever since the incident a year ago. There were so many of them that it’s hard to find a new and fresh plot.” Matthew answered while looking at the titles on books’ spine. T