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how marvelous this light is. He walked back past the shelves to the front, holding the book in his hand and carrying it alongside him. He looked to the door. 'Dorcus said she'd be coming. It's about time, isn't it?' No sooner had he thought it than he heard the door crack as it began to open, the sound of the winds and driving rain entering through it. 'Ah, at last! There you are...'

"I don't think it's too big." "You don't?" "No." "So why won't it fit?" George pointed toward one corner. "You're trying to take it straight through." Lee blinked. "Oh..." "Turn it sideways." Lee laughed quietly. "That makes a lot more sense." Together, they lifted the bookshelf. George guided one end while Lee carefully turned the other. Within seconds... The shelf slid neatly through the doorway. Lee stared at it for a moment. "...I spent fifteen minutes fighting that thing." George chuckled. "Happens to everyone."

He leaned forward. I didn't move back. The door opened.

I don’t think so. “Then can we go and collect the books we need first?” He finally asked, when he understood that I wasn’t giving him an answer. “Or would you prefer I did that as well?” His tone indicated that he didn’t like the idea of me dumping all the responsibilities onto him, so I nodded quickly. “That’s fine. I can go with you to collect those books.” Suddenly, the sound of the door slamming against the wall had me looking at the front of the class startled…only to find two figures leaning against the door, as they introduced their tonsils to each other.

He had no shirt on, his head bent over a huge black book that looked like a ledger. He did not flinch nor did he look up when I entered the door as if he had known I was going to do just that. His tanned back looked sweaty. Like he had just come from a run. The scene looked so perfect —like a trap. And instead of me running away from the trap, I pushed my leg forward carrying myself deeper and deeper into the danger with a heart swelling with desire.

Chapter 34 *Tonia's Pov* I watched as Alexander opened the door, revealing a figure standing beside him. It was Aaron, someone I had only heard about but never met in person. He had an air of mystery around him, and his stern expression seemed to conceal a world of thoughts. Alexander invited him inside, and they exchanged a few brief words before Aaron followed him into the house. I couldn't help but notice how effortlessly he moved, his confident stride captivating my attention. There was something intriguing about him, something that drew me in despite the lack of conversation.

I looked at the study door, visible through the open library door, the closed study door with his voice behind it, low and measured, the managed register or something close to it. I picked up my book. I looked at the page. I did not read.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I would rather bite my tongue off than lose to that stuck up dick. As I was reading through a book on the history of how magic came to be I heard the door to the library open. I didn’t bother looking up, assuming it was one of my servants here to leave me a little snack. After a few minutes of silence, I realized that the person who came into the room didn’t leave and I could feel them looking at me with intense eyes.

Finally, a door she tried opened to reveal the library. Two-story bookshelves covered the walls, reaching up to the ceiling. Several tall windows allowed moonlight in, and she gasped when she saw that most of the shelves were tragically empty. Only a few books remained. She moved deeper into the library, her heart sinking to the floor. There were barely any books, perhaps only a dozen, in a room that could have held thousands. She spied a tall figure standing before the fire, one hand resting on the mantel as he gazed into the flames. Brock. Joanna debated trying to slip back out of the room, but he must've heard her because he spoke.

She was far from home and she was in unknown territory. Finding what he was looking for, he tilted the book with the title on its spine, To Kill A Mockingbird. A resounding click was heard, and the bookshelves parted into two like the Red Sea to reveal the titanium door with a security pad on the side. Phil punched in the codes in haste, and before you know it, they were inside the secret room.