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But it was the study at the end of the hall that caught her attention. Bianca stepped inside, her eyes immediately drawn to the bookshelves lining the walls. The spines of countless books faced her, their titles neat and orderly. She traced her fingers along the rows: military tactics, the politics of power. Advanced technologies. She frowned, pulling a book off the shelf. Its leather cover was worn. The pages filled with dense diagrams and meticulous notes. Why would a businessman need this? She whispered. Flipping through the pages, who are you really, Theo, she murmured.

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

The familiar scent of aged paper and ink filled my lungs—a welcome home of sorts. Without a specific volume in mind, I figured it would be best to just browse through until I saw something that sounded like it would help. Trailing my fingers along the spines as I looked, the familiar leather a comfort, I stopped on a book titled "A Kingdom from Ash: The Ashbourne Reign." I slid it off the shelf, cradling its weight in my arms as I continued my search. By the time I’d looked over all the shelves, I added three more books to my pile—"A Compendium of Bonding," "The Moon Goddess’s Blessed," and "Vampires: Blood and Legend."

Kazeal was there with Zephyr. Zephyr stood before the glowing red book. Words appeared on its pages faster. Kazeal was on his knees beside Zephyr. I walked to the two of them and looked at the huge book shelf before me. All the shelves were full, even the ones that were empty earlier. At the right bottom of the shelf, there was only enough space for one more book to fit.

"I'll give you a hand. I have nothing else to do." "Well, pick up a book and start reading," Laura said and Mark passed her a heavy, leather-bound book with faded writing on the front. "If there is anything even remotely useful in it then it goes on the pile by the staircase, if it's not useful it goes on the pile by the window." There was only one obvious pile: the one by the window. It was stacked high with books that Laura and Mark had looked through and found to be unhelpful. Indianna made her way to a chair and sat down, opening the book. She looked around at the library and swallowed. There were thousands of books. Was it possible that one of them had something that could help them?

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

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"Sure, no problem." Leah obediently nodded. As Colin's figure disappeared around the corner of the staircase, Leah's smile instantly crumbled, revealing a cold and calculating expression. Holy cow, that was a close call. Almost blew my cover. She shoved the comic book into her bag, placing it at the very bottom before finally feeling relieved. The bookstore appeared small from the outside, but the interior space was quite spacious, filled with an abundance of vintage books, particularly focused on technology and astronomy. Leah roamed around downstairs and by the counter, she noticed an old-fashioned piano.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Just expensive furniture and abstract art that looked chosen to impress rather than express. I passed through the living room, my attention drawn to a large bookshelf covering one wall. The collection impressed me—ancient texts on pack history, rare volumes on wolf magic, modern novels organized by genre rather than author. Many of the books looked unread, their spines uncreased. One leather-bound book caught my eye—its dark cover embossed with strange symbols that resembled no language I recognized. I reached for it, but it refused to budge. Odd. I tried again, pulling harder. The book remained firmly in place, as if glued to the shelf.