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“Did I hear you mention a recording book?” Beta slowly nodded. "He keeps a book that details every transaction he makes with his buyers. Finding this important document is essential since it might be used against you as a weapon.” “Weapon against me? How? Can a book speak? Only a living being can be a weapon against me….” Nathan sneered. "You know, I still do not really get what this book is about. Isn't it just the day and goods transacted?” His Beta shook his head. “It isn't….”

“Let me warm you up.” My breath hitched, and I was so glad that he couldn't see my face in that moment. My cheeks were burning, for sure had turned a deep tomato red shade. We stayed like that for a while, saying nothing, just soaking in the stillness around us. It was comfortable, peaceful, the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled with words. Then I heard familiar voices behind us. “There you are!” Tara and Cara emerged from the main building, their eyes landing on me immediately. “We’ve been looking everywhere,” Tara said, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

He backed away, then turned and hurried out the door, his steps faltering like a man walking a tightrope over a pit of vipers. I waited until the door swung shut behind him, the echoes of his cowardice fading into silence. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. One tap, and the line connected. “Follow him,” I said, my voice low. “Make sure he knows his time is up.” A cold satisfaction settled in my chest as I hung up. The game had played out, the pieces moved, and now it was checkmate. I stood, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt. The restaurant around me continued its charade—couples whispering sweet nothings, businessmen shaking hands over deals they thought mattered. They were all

Our hands touched briefly, and a bolt of energy rushed through me. I shook my head, and we sat down on the bed while I glanced down at the book that Baldo held in his hands, and my eyes widened when I saw the cover. "Wow, this book looks cursed," I mumbled when I saw the outline of a figure looking to belong in hell fronting it.

“I’ll deal with everything. I’ll update you on any findings at lunch.” Sebastian could tell that she wasn’t going to let him protest so he walked slowly to the palace library. Seeing the grand scale of bookshelves reminded him of when he had shown Edward around the library. He felt pain in his heart. He took out a random Harlequin title in the hope that he would find something to amuse himself to take his mind off how his happy life was collapsing around him. He tried Edward’s number again and of course there was no answer. Edward's phone likely wasn’t even switched on.

Brena remained silent for a moment as she tried to find the right words to say. “I have to show you something,” she said, breaking the silence. “What?” I was confused as I watched Brena pull out her phone. She scrolled through it before stopping and staring at the screen. My heart beat with anticipation as I wondered what she had to show me. I tried to prepare myself for what it was because it could have been anything. Brena glanced up at me, and I could tell that she was debating on showing me. Finally, she extended her arm to hand me her phone. I took it from her and stared at the screen. Instantly, my heart began to hurt.

The light illuminated the space, full of old objects and stacked boxes. As she walked, a loose floorboard creaked beneath her feet. She bent down to see what it was and, with some effort, lifted the board. She found an old book, covered in dust, with a leather cover filled with drawings of supernatural creatures. Scarlett’s heart began to race; something about the book drew her in, as if it held secrets waiting to be discovered.

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

My body was betraying me and not allowing me to think straight. ‘Okay,’ I exhaled slowly, ‘so, we have books on this shelf here but also some in that box over there,’ I pointed to the box with a lid on it. ‘What book is it you’re looking for?’ Pacing over to a clipboard hanging on the side of the rustic bookshelf, I pulled it off its hook and scanned it briefly. It had a detailed list of all the books we had, even going into depth with details of any damage to the books. Everett ignored me and scanned the bookshelf, ‘Hmm…’