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He offered. “Well thank you.” Eliza said but before she brought the mug to her lips, she caught the eye of one of the staff who discreetly shook his head. Alarmed and suddenly suspicious because she heard of ways women were taken advantage of when drinks were spiked with some drugs, she pretended to take a sip with her elbows outstretched. The staff who signalled her went to their table and jostled her elbow pretending it as an accident thereby sloshing the contents of the mug on the floor. He apologized profusely to Eliza then winked at her before turning his attention to Eni who looked furious.

"No, maybe dad yes." "We won't ask dad because he won't tell us anything, besides he won't even let us get into the investigation we have to do everything on our own. Wait for me here and I'll go ask one of the guys if they know where she lives," he told me to which I nodded. When Lucas left, I kept looking at some books in the mythology section. A small one, made of leather, which had strange drawings engraved on it, caught my attention. I took it and read the title, it said: What is hidden in Telluride. How strange, I thought. I opened the book and began to read the first page:

The library was quiet, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Anna sat alone at the far corner, the mysterious book, The Reflection Game, spread open before her. Her finger traced the intricate designs on the yellowed pages, her heart pounding with both excitement and unease. The cryptic instructions whispered to her, their meaning elusive but tantalizingly close. She didn’t understand why she felt so drawn to the book, but she couldn’t let it go. It was as if the book had chosen her, as if it were calling her to uncover its secrets.

Of all the things he could’ve done, this was the last thing I expected. “Thanks,” I muttered, taking the book from him. “Don’t mention it.” He leaned back again, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite place. For a moment, the tension between us eased, replaced by something softer, something almost…normal. “What’s it about?” he asked, nodding toward the book. I hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s a mystery novel. About a woman who gets caught up in a dangerous game she never signed up for.” He smirked. “Sounds familiar.”

"Just Black Rose business. The usual chaos." She didn't look convinced but she didn't push, and I was grateful for that. We sat there in the quiet, the afternoon light streaming through the window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. She started telling me about the book she'd been reading, some mystery novel that Elias had sworn she'd enjoy, and I found myself listening not to the words but to the sound of her voice, the way it rose and fell with her enthusiasm. "And then the detective realizes the killer has been right there the whole time, hiding in plain sight," she said, her hands moving as she spoke, animated in a way I rarely got to see. "I didn't see it coming at all.

"I need to ask you about something." She sipped her tea, waiting. "I found a book. In the special section." He hesitated, then slid it onto the table between them—Fated Bonds: When Instinct Overrides Reason. The wolfskin cover gleamed dully under the café’s warm light. Alice’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t reach for it. "And?"

The ancient tome lay open before me, its pages a labyrinth of inscrutable symbols and faded script that murmured of a time long forgotten. The musty scent of the library mingled with the potent tang of old leather, wrapping around my senses as I bent closer to study the enigmatic text. Curiosity clawed at my mind, sharpening my focus until nothing existed beyond the cryptic messages waiting to be unraveled. ... (Time Travel: revelation of the mystery book) EDEN BENTLEY'S POV

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

this Kingdom in fact seem so tied to wolves and what is this mystery writer trying to point towards? Well there is only one way to find out. Reading the book. Hazel wrapped the book around with her scarf. It was already pretty late in the evening afterall so sitting down here to read it might not prove to be the best idea. She turned wearily to her bodyguard. "Let's go." ------ Minutes after Haze recoiled into the bedroom, Luca staggered through the doors. She turned to him with a small gasp, grateful she had not yet begun reading the book. Lest he catches her and discovers what she is up to. Putting a dreaded end to her whole mystery solving plan.