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, I asked nervous. Eva nodded no and kept climbing the stairs. She pulled her hand against the railing for support and she walked into the study. She looked aroudn adn walked near teh shelf. The books were all gone. I had picked them all. Eva was still searching for something so I said again, "Eve... the things here has been moved. Did you want a book? This house is sold", I declared.

Directly in the center of the room on a podium, sitting atop a scarlet rug, was the book my mother was holding in my memory-dream. Written in gold on the cover – Murphy. ‘This must be my family's grimoire' I think to myself. As much as I want to bring it with me, I feel as though it’s safest in here. 'Maybe I have a bit of my own witchy intuition?" I muse. I’ll come back and study it later. I know Ken has something he wants to show me. Letting out a sigh, I turn and begin my ascent up the stairs and to my love.

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

She giggled and it was the sweetest sound ever. “ Yes, this is a library, but I didn’t realize that you needed a book on the female reproductive system.” She answered and then handed me a book before she began to walk away. I stood there for a while then looked back at Rico who was staring at me, wondering what I was doing. Then I ran after her. She was gone. Where did she go? Well mystery girl I will find you and when I do you will be mine. Robbie King gets what he wants and I wanted her.

When she got there and entered, she started walking up and down the narrow aisles, the soft rustle of her gown trailing behind her. Reaching for one book after another, she searched for answers. Lilith's slender fingers would grasp a volume, flip through its pages with impatience, and then discard it with a sharp movement. It didn't have what she wanted This pattern repeated as Lilith combed through the vast collection, searching for something that could grant her what she desired. And eventually…she saw what she was looking for. Her eyes caught a dusty and forgotten book tucked away amidst the shadows. She approached with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her fingers grazing the spines of othe

For the first time, she looked unsure as she looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear her. “I found a book once,” she whispered, “In my father’s study when I was little. It was titled Apex Omegas. The book described them as the strongest and most unpredictable kind. But before I could continue reading, he caught me and snatched it away. He said I was never to read that book again.” I instantly became very interested in what she was saying as I tried to hide my eagerness. “What happened to it?” “He hid it,” she said with a sigh. “Somewhere I could never find it again.”

That was when I noticed it—something dark near the edge of the field, half submerged where the pond crept in like a lazy boundary that no one respected. A book. And beside it—thin-framed glasses. Her glasses. I walked toward it without thinking. The closer I got, the louder my wolf stirred, pacing in my head like it had been locked up too long. I bent down and picked up the book first. On My Professor’s Bed. I read the title out loud, my voice low, almost disbelieving. That didn’t match her at all. Not her nerdy appearance.Not the way she avoided eye contact. Not the way she flinched when anyone raised their voice. That title belonged to a reckless girl. A bold one. Not someone who apologize

"He would have liked knowing it came out." "Yes," Sera said. "He would have." The library. The fire. The leather bookmark is at page three twelve. She picked up the book. She read page three twelve. She turned to page three thirteen. The chapter had, finally, the right quality of attention.

The paper felt like it was burning my fingertips. Hera. A woman's name. She had loved him. She had craved him just like I did, and he had shut her out. He had said no to her, too. If he hated her, why keep the book? Why hide it like a holy relic? My skin felt tight, a feverish curiosity itching under the surface. I looked toward the library door. I needed to know if every book on those shelves held a piece of her. I was halfway to my feet when the heavy click of the front door echoed through the hallway.