Booktok He Leaned Against The Doorframe Romane & Geschichten

I was so focused that I didn't notice the door open. "Looking for this, sweetheart?" An older gentleman leaned against the door frame holding up the vile. Shit, I'm in trouble.

Before she could walk to what she presumed to be the terrace; her only safe bet now considering how he literally sat in front of the door, the book suddenly wheezed past her and hit the wall, falling near her feet and causing her to jump in surprise. “Did you just throw...” she stopped talking when she turned to find his right hand mid-air. “You did just throw the book.” “Seems to me like it fell off my lap again.” He patted his lap twice, very slowly. “I believe you know what to do or do I have to spell it out for you.” As if it was possible, he relaxed even further back into the chair and waited for her to do as she asked. Anelia bit her teeth down and bent to pick the book up. Her eyes wi

Trying out the words. The book slipped from her fingers. *** What’d she say? Bast shot to his feet in his chamber. Forever Knights… She’d been murmuring to herself. But where’d she get that? Elsabet heard the thudding of someone running down the stairs so loudly it almost sounded like they fell. “No!” Bast skid through the doorway of the library. Clutching the doorjamb to toss himself around it. Eyes widening on the book still falling to the floor. Slow motion to his eyes.

Probably thinking I will bite his head off again. Snapping out of it, because I didn’t want to talk about it to any of them right now, I turned the door knob and we walked inside. It was just like I remembered it. Walking right up to the bookcase, I grabbed the book that was the secret latch. The bookcase squeaked as it moved open, causing fresh dust to fall off the shelves and to the floor. I looked back and Jaxson and Mason were standing there with their mouths open. Ted wasn’t in the room so I just assumed Jaxson told him to stay guard. I didn’t think much about it.

I turned around slowly, my fingers still resting on the wooden shelf. Killian was standing in the doorway. He was leaning his broad shoulder against the heavy oak frame, his hands tucked casually into his dark trousers. He was not looking at the thousands of books. His pale gray eyes were locked entirely on my face, watching the bright, undeniable joy completely transform my features.

“I would like for you to read this. Make sure SHE doesn’t see it.” With that, he turned around and went back to his table. Taking that as my queue, I leave. Wondering what all this was about, why did he hand me a book that he wants no one to see. ◼◼◼ Putting the book inside my coat, I continue walking down. Fifteen minutes later, I’m standing right in front of a big black double door. Pushing through the doors that creak and are full of dust, I walk in.

He was holding a heavy, leather-bound book, his fingers tracing the spine with a slow, deliberate rhythm. I didn't recognize him, but the moment our eyes met, a wave of cold nausea rolled through me. He didn't say a word. He just smiled and tapped the cover of his book. "Who is that?" I demanded, gesturing toward the gate. Drew looked where I was pointing. He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Who, Alpha? There’s no one there." I looked back. The gate was empty. The grass was swaying in the breeze, the shadows of the trees long and undisturbed.

For him? As I stood and slid the book back onto the shelf, a strange sensation washed over me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I wasn’t alone. Turning slowly, I scanned the room. At first, I saw nothing, only the flickering shadows cast by the dim lanterns. But then I saw him, standing in the doorway. Jackson. He leaned against the frame, his hazel eyes locked on me. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way he looked at me–as if he found peace.

He placed his arms casually on my shoulders. “I just needed some space.” “You keep repeating that answer.” I glanced sideways at him. “Maybe because people keep asking the same question.” “Fair enough.” Theo laughed softly. On reaching the front door my stomach dropped when I saw a tall figure in a black suit, leaning against the door.

How do we get out? “I have a back door” he said with a smirk ‘A back door? We’re 14 floors above ground what is this man talking about?’ I thought as he took my hand, pulling me to the side. “A back door?” I scoffed “Open..” he said. Just as we stood, the bookshelf that stayed at the corner had begun to move. “Mr Cawthorn! Why don’t you show us your wife?” We heard from outside. “Is she scarred?” Another asked.