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Not just from the heating or the faint scent of coffee, but from the atmosphere. Posters lined the walls, famous queer authors, quotes about love, resilience, self-discovery. The shelves were stacked with books I'd only ever read in secret, books I’d hidden like contraband. People looked lively, laughing and chatting. Two women sat at a corner table, fingers intertwined, reading from the same book. A boy with a septum piercing waved at us from behind the counter, his voice bright. “Welcome! You’re just in time for open discussion.” I froze as a good kind of astonishment washed over me. I’d never seen this before, not in person. A place where no one whispered, no one judged, no one laughed cr

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

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“The bookstore?” “Yeah,” I said quickly, feeling the need to justify myself for some reason. “There’s this place downtown, Cooper’s Books, that I’ve been meaning to check out. They have a great selection of used books, and I heard they just got a new shipment in, and—” I stopped myself, realizing I was rambling. “But it’s okay if you don’t want to. It’s probably boring for you.” Nicholas grinned. “Are you kidding? I love that place.”

Chapter 51: The Sovereign Horizon The morning sun came up over the East River. Filled the Brooklyn studio with a nice bright light. This light made the room feel fresh and new. Elena stood by an old oak table. Her hands were flat on the table. In front of her were the real books of the Nora Vale Imprint series. The Nora Vale Imprint series was finally done. The covers of the books were simple and nice to touch. They did not have the pictures that people usually see on digital books.

The car idled outside her building at 7:15 sharp. Alexander sat in the back, scrolling emails he wasn’t reading, watching the front door of the walk-up like it owed him something. Rain streaked the windows in steady sheets—New York doing its dramatic winter thing. He’d sent the Mercedes instead of the Maybach. Less ostentatious. Though he wasn’t sure anything with a driver truly qualified as low-key. He’d chosen Il Buco carefully. Intimate but public. Good food, dim lighting, tables far enough apart that conversation stayed private. Neutral ground, as promised.

“What do you mean?” “You’re reading a book,” I scoffed. “What is it about?” She beamed. “Did you think that I never read?” “I’ve never seen you read anything,” I laughed. “Oh please, I do read and guess what? There’s an open book festival of ‘Sincerely, Yours Too’ tomorrow in Manhattan. I was thinking we should go. I’d like to meet the author.” She handed me a pamphlet about the open book festival. I looked at it and just thought that she wrote about things that only women found interesting and it wasn’t going to benefit me to be there. “I will arrange for a driver to take you there, I have a golf session with one of my clients.”