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Out of all the books he had organized, it was the only one that didn't look so worn out. Near... SKALLIET I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL... Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.

She pushed the massive door open effortlessly, and we walked inside. I looked around, and there was row upon row of books. There were shelves from floor to ceiling lined with books. Nunny led the way to the back, and she walked over to one of the shelves. She pulled off a large leather-bound book. She walked over and handed it to Jarren. I watched him as he ran his hand along the crescent moon on the front. I watched as he flipped the book over, and there was a sun symbol on the back. Both symbols looked precisely like the ones on our bodies. This was getting way too freaky.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

Without looking to Owen for confirmation, I say, “We do. Please, explain.” She opens her bag and removes a few tattered paperbacks. The spines are unreadable, they’ve been cracked in so many places. One is missing a cover. All of them have a forest of neon tabs jutting out from their sides. I hear Hannah’s audible gasp of delight and admiration. I’m surprised she doesn’t ask for the brand, style, and inventory number of the tabs. “Our pack is so obsessed with the story of our origins, that we ignore the story of our ending.” She opens one of the books and it lays flat, pages perilously close to falling out. There’s a woodcut illustration of Fenrir devouring Odin.

“If you want to help, I suggest you look for a book with a blue covering and-” “Black inscription on the spine?” I finished up for her, “Correct.” She said, after some seconds, her head whipped back, “How did you know that?” “Because I’m staring at it.” Ithra turned towards my direction, and a shocked breath escaped her at the sight before us. A sleeping wild boar. You would never imagine what it used as its pillow. The ancient witch’s book.

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

Grabbing a large one, I hide the test inside. Praying that my blush isn’t obvious as I giggle nervously I raise the book above my head. “I needed a break and wanted a new book, so I came over here and thought I’d try something different.” “Oh,” he looks at the title. Blinks twice, and then responds, “I’ve heard that one is pretty good.” I take a moment to look up at the book. On the cover is a picture of a woman wearing a dress with a torn bodice locked in a romantic embrace with a handsome centaur. The title implies something regarding the size of his anatomy and I feel myself burning in embarrassment.

Hart said, but I shook my head. "That's going to get you in trouble, Hart, Big trouble. I cannot take this, have it, return it, and have them take it back from the King's account," I said, handing the book back to him. "Take it, Zuri; that wicked alpha is not going to get to you all the time; whenever he does his bullshit, you come back to your room and read to your satisfaction," Hart said, pulling me closer to press a kiss on my forehead.

“Busy with what?” “Reading.” He purse his lips, his face muscles contracting. Much like he was suppressing a laugh. “Really.” “Yes really. Unlike you, I am interested in cultivating myself.” He waved his head, smirking and making me feel like he was sad for me. “Taylor.” “Yes.” I held my chin high. “The book of upside down.” My eyes grew wider. I blinked immediately. Smiling from ear to ear th next instant. “I want to get a fresh perspective. Some things are better understand the other way around.”