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he said. I backed away a little and as I backed away I bumped into something. When that thing fell down, he turned away from me, and I covered my mouth and held my breath as I stared at him. When he got close, I quickly moved to the other side so he wouldn’t feel me. I looked at all the books on the shelves and at the book there. It’s all about black magic, and if I’m not mistaken, that's what black witches use.

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

Or was it just a dream? As before, the place smelled disconcertingly like foot powder—gritty talc with a cloying perfumed undertone that made her think of funerals. Display racks near the door held the usual suspects: artsy postcards, books on the witch trials, copies of famous witches' books, and such. But the racks themselves were made of wood rather than the usual cheesy wire, and the sides were carved with strange, sinuous curves and the hint of scales and teeth. The walls were painted black with greenish white accents; she glowed in the dark when the bookkeeper turned off the lights. It would make the perfect backdrop for him to pull out the three-foot-high grim reaper statue that was l

“Oh relax, Benji. It’s a holographic party charm. And it’s themed.” The “theme,” if one could still call it that after Chelsea got her hands on it, was a chaotic mashup of Encanto, magical creature menagerie, forest fairy tale, and… was that a mini bouncy house shaped like the Blood Moon Pack crest? Tora didn’t know whether to cry, laugh, or beg someone to bring her a cupcake and a bottle of apple juice spiked with something strong.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

But considering the action LIGHTS had taken recently against his kind, he would find a way to accomplish the task at hand. His eyes flickered back to the ancient book in front of him. Handwritten and hand bound, it was older than any volume he’d ever held before. As far as he knew, there were only two others like it in the world. One was with the doctor who’d contacted him somewhere in Eastern Europe, though he didn’t know where. The other was allegedly in the archives the LIGHTS team housed in Kansas City. If they were even aware of the legends it held, he doubted they’d think to access it for something as simple as an Eidolon Festival. Sure, the evening news would remind everyone that the

The moral of the story was for you to always be aware of your surroundings but on Halloween nights, or certain nights when teens just felt like being pricks, people would spray paint that symbol on cars and walls. She asks me if I am going to tell Welch or Eliza about this, but I tell her no. We don't know if it actually has to do with anything and even if it does, it's just a coincidence. It's not the most popular book but it's a children's' book through and through. Anyone could have easily read that to Peter, or he could have picked it up at a library. Either way, I'm more than ready to have him back home, safe and sound.

I murmured, gathering my things. At Row D, I ran my fingers across worn spines: Lycanthropy and Legends, Moon-bound, The Silver Curse. My pulse quickened as I pulled a heavy volume free. I whispered to myself, “Could I really…?” “Could you really what?” a voice came from behind me. I spun to see Fiona standing there, arms folded, a curious smile on her face. “Fiona! You scared me.” “Sorry.” She peered at the book in my hand. “Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?”

“I found this book outside. It has all the answers.” I furrow my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about, Alex?” His attention turns back to the weathered book in his hands. He flips through the pages until he finds the one he’s looking for. “Look at this.” He hands the book to me. I scan the words, latching onto the ones at the very top. How To Kill A Vampire. Suspicion descends over me. “Alex, are you sure this is even real? It sounds a little made-up.”

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.