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I barely slept last night preparing for this day. "UGH!!!" In my frustration I accidentally knocked the book on my table and it hit the ground with a loud thud. Ace immediately ran and picked the book up. "What the hell are you doing!?" He yelled. "Books are precious artifacts for learning and you just throw them away because I am keeping you company!?" He flared up in anger and he inspected how much damage I have caused on the book. In that moment, I realized that I am not so unlucky after all. PRINCE Ace is a bookworm.

That's the last thing he would expect from his fellows who have bestowed their lives to protect the land. "I don't believe it!" "Oh! Don't be silly! Not that it has to be a traitor in every case! There were some forbidden books in the old library where you could get this information easily!"Alan exclaims in annoyance, "You people make scenes too dramatic." "Were! Those books were burnt long ago since they possessed a threat!"Ario interrupts. But that doesn't shake up Ailann even a bit. Rather, he smiles and says, "What if it was just a show to cover our eyes?"

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"That's a little sad." His brow went up, a fraction. "Sad?" "Books are not merely escape," she clarified. "They're mirrors. You learn aspects of yourself you didn't even realize you were missing.". Julian’s lips twitched in what could’ve been a smirk—or maybe it was just a reflex. “I’m not missing anything.” “I doubt that,” Lena replied without missing a beat. He blinked. The audacity of it should have irritated him. Most people didn’t talk to him like that. They softened themselves. Watched their words. But she… didn’t flinch.

In the afternoon we found a small shop near the harbor selling nothing anyone actually needed, hand-thrown pottery and secondhand books and jars of local honey, and Damien bought a mug shaped unevenly, clearly made by someone still learning the craft, because I’d picked it up and turned it over twice before setting it back down. “You didn’t have to do that,” I said, once we were back outside. “I know,” he said. “I wanted to. You looked at it like you wanted it and then talked yourself out of wanting things, which I’ve noticed you do constantly, and which I’ve decided I’m going to spend the rest of my life quietly undoing.” “That’s a very specific project to take on.” “I’m a thorough man,” he

Food, clothes, sometimes even things that should've raised eyebrows. But one thing that remained completely off limits, were girls. Ironically, it wasn't because of some sacred bro-code or glaring red label. We simply had violently different tastes. Damian was wild. So he liked girls that fit that narrative. Dangerous curves, lustful eyes, and bodies built for sin. I, on the other hand, craved the innocent ones… or those that pretended to be either way. Because I knew what simmered underneath their fake stoicism and cracking restraint… was the same thing that hid beneath mine:

I didn’t care how savage I looked, I wanted them to know the kind of beast they were dealing with. “ It was a warning" Leonardo breathed out rubbing his temple as if a headache can undo the damage .“ Rowan Moretti has officially started his games, he didn’t only attack your front gates, Nikolai . He used that exact hour to bomb and destroy my goods and warehouse that just landed, causing me to lose billions in a single night, billions gone in smoke, Nikolai!” I squeezed my fist under the table my rage instantly flaring, Billion’s ? This pathetic man was sitting here whining about money like my brother getting shot at our gates was a minor inconvenience.

She never looks at me again and standing alone in the wreckage of the bookstore, adrenaline long gone, hands shaking at my sides, I realize something with brutal clarity: I didn’t lose control tonight. I revealed it and the woman I like paid the price for seeing it. *** The bookstore looks worse in daylight. Not destroyed—just… violated. A bookshelf lies on its side like it lost a fight. Paperbacks are scattered across the floor, spines bent, pages curled where someone stepped on them without caring. I hate that part the most. Gio is crouched near the back wall, re-securing a shelf bracket, drill whining softly as he works like this is just another Tuesday.

It felt good. I grabbed one of the novels she'd left behind and ripped out the pages before shredding it and letting it fall pitifully to the ground like dead leaves. The book wouldn't do. I searched for anything breakable and ruined it, one by one, the next. And the next. All of them. Every memory, everything lucid dream, every fucking thing that made my heart thunder. I ruined it all and when I'd finally destroyed everything that could be destroyed, I stood, breathing heavily, and stared at the carnage on the floor.

Verity walked round the table, pulled a chair beside me and sat down, looking at me with great interest. “Inside books?” she whispered, as if we were discussing top secret information. “Before my brain short-circuits. Explain it to me.” “Ok. Listen. Wordswood had libraries everywhere, right?” I closed my book and concentrated on explaining all that Ruin showed me. “Yes.” “And what are libraries or universities running on?” “Books!”