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What surprised me the most, though, was that the leader of the filthy rogues was holding a book. I tried to ignore it and continued cleaning, but I couldn't help stealing glances to see what kind of book Alexei was reading. When I reached the floor near where he was sitting, I managed to catch a glimpse of the book's cover. It was above average for a normal reader, a book with a touch of poetic view and deep meanings. I couldn't help but smirk and silently mock Alexei Carisi.

position is the same," Azazel clicked his tongue."Alexandra, my darling. Would you please out with the book?" he spoke in such a sophisticated way.There was something about him...even if his face was stern, jaw tight and eyes filled with bitterness, he was still polite."Go away, Azazel," the last words before turning her back at him, she spoke confidently and walked further in the tomb.Now that the tomb was being sealed by a spell, neither Althea nor Alexandra can go out and no one can come in."You have me trapped with you in this boring tomb," Althea said in a boring tone."Come on, you have all the time in the world. Lets read the book," Alexandra suggested.While reading the book Alexandra

though. Axel picked up his phone and rang a close friend familiar with computers. He needs the location of the author. [Allo?] “Ryker,” he greeted. “Look up the author of The Anthem of Lycanthropy. Follow up quickly.” He didn’t need to say more. He could already hear his keyboards in the background. Ending the call, Axel stood up and left his office to the Psi’s chambers, holding the book. After asking an Omega where Sky’s room is, he stopped in front of his room and quietly knocked.

I heard Vini shouting at Alex aggressively. I froze, eavesdropping. "And you think I’m your puppet? That I’ll just dance to your tune?” Alex shot back. “Don't I have my own opinion?" Alex said with a cold tone. I had never seen him raise his voice against Vini. They are both always a lovey-dovey couple in front of the world. At least Alex finally realized he’d been nothing more than Vini’s pawn. “Do you even know who I am? I’m the only daughter of the Weber Group. You should—”

“What do you mean?’’ curious I leaned into the chair resting on it. “The books started fine, detailed concise, free of bias, until it was not, a few hundred years events are practically missing. Parts that aren't are filled with hate and baseless incomplete statements that feel like propaganda. It's almost as if whoever wrote those parts wanted to make sure the Silver Wolfes were wiped out” “That seems odd. Truly odd.” My finger tapped on the gold inlaid woodwork of the couch. “Yes very. Which brings me to my other question.” Alex turned towards me, “You've lived for far longer than I, do you know who wrote it? Or maybe you've heard about their park.”

I go through all the books as Gunner watches me, still not sure what I’m doing. I set the last book down and look over at him. “Did you figure out what you needed to?” He asks, and I purse my lips again. “I’m not sure what I figured out, but I think I’m onto something. More then half of these books were written by Albert Windshion and all of them written by him were written in the last fifteen years.” I explain and his face scrunches together, then he turns and picks up one of the books written by him. “What do you think that means?” He asks, and I shrug. “I don’t know, but don’t you find it strange? Maybe he knows something? Maybe the reason we’re not learning anything new is because there’