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"Then we need to understand it. Properly. You can't afford to lose control, not with everything going on." His concern wasn't judgmental. It was concern, real and that spread warmth through me. I swallowed. "I know." *** The fastest way to understand something is to go to the library. So here I stood… for what felt like the hundredth freaking time since I was born. Mason’s library was massive—towering shelves stretching endlessly upward, walls swallowed by books, scrolls, and ancient artifacts sealed behind glass. It made the Pack library look like a children’s reading corner. Warm golden lights glowed overhead.

❌ Do not copy or share on any platform ❌ Evelyn clutched a basket and walked out of the kitchen. When she got to the sitting room, she saw Mason sitting on a couch and reading newspapers. Landon was sitting beside Mason on the couch, the youngster was flipping and glancing through the pages of a photo book. “Well done, father and child,” Evelyn said. Mason raised his head up and said, “Thank you, Evelyn. Since you said I listen to news on the television too often, I have resolved to read newspapers.”

Up close, I could see better how beautiful the blue combined with honey of his left eye was, and how clear the honey color of his right eye was. Mason tilted his head. “Do you like my eyes?” I looked away. “No, they're just…” fascinating, different. “Different...” Mason said the word slowly as if evaluating something. Looking down, I could see the book resting on his lap: 100 Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez. A classic, huh? Mason lifted the book slightly. “I told you I liked to read.” "I didn't think you were telling the truth." He raised an eyebrow. "Have I ever lied to you?"

"So I've heard." We make our way back to the living room, and I sit on the couch while Mason returns to the armchair. "Uh, what are you reading?" I ask, since I guess we're actually having a conversation right now. Zuri greedily sucks down her bottle, not paying any attention to us. Mason laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, um, 'Salem's Lot'. Stephen King is my favorite author." Wow, so he reads on the regular.

Carl asked running his hands through the drawings of the book. “I don’t know but whoever it may be, they definitely possess quite a chunk of property in this room” Mason stated as he tore his eyes away from that book. “And what do you all think you are doing, going around rummaging through someone’s property?” they all looked at the direction of the voice and at the corner of the room sat an old man. “Who are you and how did you got there because clearly you weren’t there when we entered this room” Mason asked, as the rest just stare down at the old man trying to catch his scent.

I didn't go home right away, I went to the bookstore to buy some new novels. I love reading and reading is my life. If there's a job for reading, I'll take it in a heartbeat. The bookstore was close to my house so I decided to just walk home instead of grabbing another cab. It's 8 p.m and there's a lot of people around so I'm not that scared to go home alone. When I arrived, I saw Mason's car. Why is he still here? He can go home because Ashley's baby sitter still home so he doesn't need to worry about it.

I didn't want to go all out with the decorations, but I couldn't help myself. I heard the door ring as soon as I lit the last candle. I quickly rushed towards the door, undone my braids, played with them through my fingers, and felt some damp areas. I opened the door, and I sucked in my breath. Liam stood there looking like fucking Robert Sheehan - he's from Mortal Engine and that new show on N*****x. He looks like him but with muscle and more handsome. I became a fan of Robert Sheehan when I watched Mortal Engine on bootleg. Super cute.

“I mean if you need to Laura can stay the night or we can go there. I want to make sure you're really okay. Finding out how who and why has to be so hard after wondering for so long.” “It was hard but I am grateful that you called my mother to come over. I don’t know how but it helped me so much.” “I’m glad it helped and I have some other news if you’re ready.” I nodded curiously at what it could be. “I think we should sit down for this.” I now noticed he’d been holding a book in his hand. He held my hand leading me to the bed where we sat and he opened up the book. “Brace yourself.” I did exactly as he commanded and until I let out a good sigh I hadn’t realized he’d litterally commanded me

If only she knew how badly I wanted to shatter it. That night, sleep evaded me again. I wandered downstairs for water, the house dark except for the soft glow from the living room. Mason was there, sitting in his favorite armchair with a book, wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his shoulders and chest. He looked up as I entered, and the intensity in his eyes pinned me in place. “Couldn’t sleep, baby girl?” The endearment slipped out so naturally, so quietly, that it stole my breath.

All we needed to to was stick together, so that we could evade whatever storm it was, that was brewing. Just as I finished having that thought, everywhere went immediately deathly quiet. I got quite troubled, thinking that my thoughts had finally started taking shape. I followed everyone's gaze to the door, as a figure filled the doorway. Mason Smith entered inside the court, and that was exactly the reason for the silence. Mason Smith was the one considered to be at the very top of the food chain here in Buckland, and he wasn't just at the top because he wanted to be there. He was there because he had the powers, influence, and every other thing necessary to keep him there. He was a giant,