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She opened the cover and pointed triumphantly at the publisher's seal, the very same flame symbol as on the papers we'd discovered. "I told you I'd remember!" she boasted, puffing out her chest with pride. I stared at the book in disbelief, leafing through the pages carefully. "What does it mean, though?" Alex asked, circling the table to get a closer look. "I have no idea, but it has to be related," my mother answered.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

“Good thing I laminated this beauty.” She produced a small plastic rectangle and held it up like it was a winning lottery ticket. Her photo smiled back at me from what appeared to be a completely legitimate library card. “Alonzo Benington Library Membership Card?” I had to hold it up to the light to decipher her microscopic handwriting. “Complete with photo ID and everything,” she announced proudly. “Did you design a logo for your imaginary library?” The AB initials were drawn onto an open book with the kind of attention to detail that suggested either artistic talent or concerning levels of commitment to this bit.

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Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

I smirked, glancing at her from the corner of my eyes. “Do you really believe them? I still think they’re wasting our time,” Verity said, sipping the coffee. “Be careful, it’s still hot,” I said, pouring the coffee beans with a small amount of cocoa beans in the grinder. “Honestly, I don’t know. But… Morana said the logo was created from an ancient book. City of books.” “So this mafia you are looking for could be a secret ancient book club of curses?” I let out a sigh and looked at Verity.

“Doesn't this look a bit familiar?” I leaned in, squinting my eyes a bit as I analysed the logo. “No…” I replied after a moment. “Not really.” “What do you mean no? Look closely.” Julia insisted. Wait… B&C? “Blackwood and Co.?!” I exclaimed, eyes wide. “Bingo.” My confusion deepened. “The same one? Kayden's one? But how?” Julia kept scrolling on the laptop as I tried and failed to put the pieces together in my head.

When they were out of the main drinking area, where the nightclubs and bars were located, Lucas allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Ema would be pleased. After weeks of failure, they were positive that they would receive exactly what they had been looking for. Astor followed the smell to a little, independent bookshop nestled in between a thrift store and a vegan café. Over the door was a sign that proclaimed ‘Bookmark Haven’ in finely chipped gold paint. Indeed, the bookstore was closed, and all the windows in it were blind, but Lucas was convinced the individuals were still alive in the building.

The soft groan of wood rang out in the quiet bookstore as Lena turned over the last sign on the door: **CLOSED**. Outside, the city drew a breath, illuminated by amber streetlights and the quiet rumble of passing cars. Within, the world held its breath. Warm. Intimate. Holy.