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Even I’m surprised by my own insane courage, but I move toward the source of the crash. Stepping past a few shelves, I see a large, heavy book lying on the floor. My eyes are afraid—but my hands reach for it on their own. “A Magical Treatise on Curses and Other Influences on Subjects.” “I’ll be damned,” slips from my lips when I read the title. “I mean… thanks!” I glance around into the emptiness, but there’s no response—which is probably for the best, because otherwise I’d have definitely scared myself half to death.

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“Since you’re back, are you going to pick the next book?” I blinked. “Me?” “Of course,” she said, smiling. “You’ve been gone. You deserve the honor.” Everyone nodded expectantly. I looked down at the stack of books on the table, my fingers brushing across their covers. My hand paused on a novel about love, identity and societal expectations. This book will give them a glimpse of what I passed through during my absence. I smiled softly. “How about this one?” Brent groaned. “Oh no, not another depressing tragedy. Can’t we read something with a hopeful romance?”

I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful. Maybe something like: How To Stop Embarrassing Yourself By Flirting With Straight Men. Or perhaps: Self-Control: Please, For The Love Of God. Nothing. Not even close. I feel deeply offended. There is absolutely a market for those books. I cannot possibly be the only person suffering from this very specific life crisis. Rachel drifts down the aisle behind me, pretending to browse

It certainly deserves the title of 'best'. Why does Cryx have this? Well, it is a really good book, so why should I be surprised? Eh? "What's this?" I mumbled and put my Aunt's book down. The other book was all read, there were no words written on it to indicate what kind of book it was, all I know was that it was thick. I slowly grasped the book and opened the book. "Holy banana!" I shrieked and threw the book as far as possible. It was a you know what kind of book! I need bleach! Holy water! I want to unsee this madness!

She lets out a cry of pleasure, while he licks and sucks, moving his fingers into her wet …. “Urgh!” I groan and close my eyes. Every single frickin time it’s the same. I can’t even read a trashy book without thinking of him. It’s not easy hating someone. I press my legs together to dissolve the aching itch that forms between them as I throw the stupid book on the ground. Kiara peeps out of the closet. “Melaena!” She’s using my full name for effect. “Stop reading yourself into a climax!” A pair of jeans hit me in the face before I can react.

Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Tonight, bored and a little tipsy from red wine, she’d found the old leather-bound book. Ars Goetia scrawled on the cover in faded gold. Flipping through it for fun, she’d traced a strange sigil with her finger while muttering the Latin words under her breath, thinking it was all ridiculous nonsense. The candles flickered violently. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of smoke and something darker, sulfur and sweet musk. A low chuckle echoed through the room.

It kept riding up my thighs. “You’ve been thinking about this morning, haven’t you? About how easily you came on my fingers while your cereal went soggy on the counter.” Heat flooded my face. I closed the book with a snap. “Derek…” “Say it properly.” He leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees. His dark eyes stared at me. That smirk was on his lips again. It was the smirk that made my stomach do flips and my body feel funny. “Daddy.” I bit my lip hard. The word sounded dirty. Right at the same time. He just waited, calm, like a predator making the silence go on and on until I got uncomfortable.

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