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I glanced up at him, lips quirking despite myself. “I’m not summoning any dead yet,” I said. “But maybe… we’ll keep this book close. Just in case.” He smirked. And the library’s torches flickered around us like they approved. ***** The moment I opened the book, I expected it to be unreadable. Ancient glyphs. Arcane markings. Cursed symbols glowing faintly with forbidden mana. Instead—block letters. Neat, plain block letters. Necromantic Fieldwork Journal And Personal Notes

I muttered to myself. Then I opened the safe and looked inside. There was only one book inside. It was old, as if it had been around for years. I slowly brought it out and when I opened the first page, I read out loud. "My journal. . ." I trailed as an involuntary shiver suddenly seized. This had to be it. It had to contain everything. There were some pages protruding outward like they were not pieces of the same book.

Not only did the book contain a sketch of Nathan, but it also contained some of Crystal’s most intimate thoughts. If Nathan read them, there was no telling what he would do. Crystal knew that it had been foolish to write all of her intimate thoughts down, but journaling had always helped her think. It had been a close call, though, and as much as she hated the thought of it, she knew that it would be best if she destroyed the book. She brought it outside and threw it in the fire pit. She stood over it for a long time, but she could not bear the thought of destroying it.

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I wrote down the explanation she gave. “Soft inside. Crunchy outside.” I wrote. I looked at the pages. I remembered what Cassian told me. He said the book that brought her to this time was the Ledger of Satiety. My heart skipped a beat. That was the perfect name for my journal. I had been looking for a title. I took the quill. I wrote the words in bold letters on the cover. The Ledger of Satiety. Just after I finished writing. A sharp knock interrupted me. I did not like being disturbed in this room.

I wasn’t. “May I have it back?” ‘You should give it back, you rude twat!’ Bane scolded me. I took the book up to my eyes and scanned the content. Save for a few words on the front, it was relatively empty. “Oh. It’s a journal,” I rolled my eyes. “And it’s empty,” she had an accusing look on her face…one that made me frown as I handed the book back to her. “What?” “You know, since you forgot things…you didn’t think keeping a daily log of things would help you remember when your memory goes ‘poof!’?”

There’s a soft thud, and the drawer on the nightstand pops out. Inside the drawer is a book with black bindings, along with a pen. There’s nothing else in the drawer, not even a picture. I pull the book out, turning it over in my hands. The cover is cool and leather. I’m sure it’s a journal of some sort, and I’m almost tempted to put it back, unread.

Daniel thought bookstores were inefficient. “Remember this place?” Harper pulls me inside. The familiar smell of paper and coffee hits me—sandalwood and possibility and all the hours I used to spend here in college, hiding between shelves and dreaming of a future that looked nothing like my present. “You practically lived here junior year.” Harper stops in the journal section, pulling down a leather-bound notebook. “Write in this.” “Harper” “My treat. Consider it a very late divorce gift.” She presses it into my hands. “Write everything you’re feeling. Everything you can’t say out loud. Get it out of your head where you can actually look at it.”

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

They had tried using the heavy strength glue to attach the pages to the leather but a few pages would not hold, so she had to go back and sew the pages into their books. While she did that, she had Asher cut little pieces of fabric out of a spare scrap of leather. With those pieces of leather, she sewed a medium sized pocket on the back inside cover of each journal and she sewed a tiny strap at the bottom of the page. Asher kept watching her curiously, clearly wondering what she was doing, but never asking. When she was done with the books, she took their quills and slid it in to the litle strap on the back. Peeling the stickers off of the little pouches of ink, she tucked them in the pocket