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"I'll pay you, and you have to keep this a secret." Estefan just shrugged and took Kaluna back to school. Ever since finding herself in the apartment room with Estefan the other day, Kaluna had been a little mischievous whenever she met the youngest teacher in the school. Every second of Estefan's gaze at her felt like the pointed tip of an arrow ready to shoot, making Kaluna uncomfortable with her own existence.

“Do you have no fear? What is wrong with you, you don’t just go opening random doors in secret dirty tunnels.” “Aren’t you just a little bit curious what’s behind the door?” “F**k no!” “Why would Reign and Quintin have a secret tunnel?” “I don’t know why don’t we go find them and ask them?” I roll my eyes and turn the handle. It opens to a dirty dungeon, similar to the one from my dreams. I hear a chain rattle but I can’t see anything it’s so dark. “Think of the sun,” Nina tells me. “Why?”

I was reading The Creature Within at the time and she surprised me by plopping down right next to me. “I didn’t know you were a fan of Kevin Kingsley,” she said, as if we had never even stopped being friends for a whole year. My heart leapt when I lifted my gaze from the pages to her crystal blue eyes. “I didn’t know you enjoyed reading, Tara,” I said with a smile. She shifted in the seat nervously, looking around for any prying ears, but everyone was happily talking with their own companions. She leaned in close to whisper to me.

Hence, once he turned around, they might not feel so awkward. Unfortunately, there were no magazines around here. She found only hard-to-read books that she had never thought to read on her own...Politics...Economics...Classic literature. However, one book caught her eyes. Celine chose the literature that she remembered was adapted into a movie. At least she knows some plot and could have a decent conversation if he asks anything about it. She sat and read the book. Then she saw a phrase written in pitch-black ink on the front page of Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray.

I looked up to see Seth standing there, his expression unreadable, a faint smile playing on his lips. "What are you reading?" He asked. "A romantic, poem-ish love book," I replied, feeling a blush creep up my neck. I wasn't usually one for such sappy stuff, but today, it somehow felt right. "Oh?" He arched a brow, and sat close next to me. "May I?" "Sure," I said, handing him the book. He went through the pages, humming softly to himself, a surprisingly gentle sound from such a rugged man. "Seems interesting," he mused, flipping a few more pages.

As my eyes drifted closed, the book beneath the bed felt like a ticking time bomb. Whatever secrets it held… they wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Just one more night. He picked a bookstore café this time. Said he wanted to show me his favorite reading book. It was intimate. Thoughtful. He even pulled a worn paperback of *The Secret History* off the shelf and said, “I think you’d love this.” I smiled, heart skipping. “I probably will.” We sipped coffee. Talked about poetry. I felt my walls thinning, cracking in ways I hadn’t prepared for. And then Julian’s voice dropped. Too calm. Too cold.

He says. I sigh and look back at the books, then see a smaller one tucked between two other ones. I pull it out. ‘The secret society.’ By Albert Windshion. I look up at Issac and he grabs the book from me. “I haven’t seen this one yet. But it might not be about the golden wolf.” He says, and I nod, but for some reason know that’s not the case. He opens the book and reads a few pages, then smiles. “I think this might be something.” He says and I smile. Gunner grunts, “We really need to find this guy.” I nod in agreement.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.