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She questioned, the hurt evident in her voice. "No dear, it's far from that. You should know that I will never want to hurt you. This is no ordinary book, it's a very special book and I've spent all the money I previously saved on this book." Hendrick revealed and Aurelia's frown deepened. "What?! Why would you do something like that? Are you crazy? How could you spend all the money we saved on a stupid book?" Aurelia questioned, evidently livid. And I felt slightly offended for her calling books stupid, books are awesome.

I stand there for a long moment in a room where my parents’ entire story apparently began, holding the exact object that has shaped so much of what’s happened to my family this past year. Eli watches me quietly, saying nothing. I look down at the book in my hands, at the cracked leather cover, at everything it apparently represents, decades of history, betrayal, blackmail, blood. “This stupid book,” I say finally, “has ruined enough lives. This ends.”

“Said the girl who spent half a million just to get my attention. How am I supposed to trust that now you know about my collection, you won’t attack it on your next rant or tantrum?” Low blow. “you might be right,” I muttered, brushing my hair behind my ear. “But just so you know, buying me an entire bookstore wouldn't protect your boring books, It’s excessive,” I said but he just shrugged like it meant nothing, casually twirling the car keys in his hand. Was he really being serious right now?

"You mean what we've done, because you're not blaming this on me too, are you?" "This isn't a joke, Iris." Her eyes flashed with frustration, "That book was bound in sacred rites, every single scroll we preserve at the library because they're meant to last through generations. If it tore, it's because you forced it out of my hands instead of just giving it to me like you were supposed to!"

"I tried drying with iron, but I burned the pages." Who dries a book with an iron? Couldn't he borrow my hair dryer? "My book. Where is it?" "Wait here." He ducked into his room whilst I tried to control my anger. Alina, it was just a book. It didn't matter. You could buy another. You could read it again and paste the notes. But that was my book. Nobody messes with my book. He burnt my book. He murdered my book. He was a murderer. "Your book." I stared at the almost destroyed cover and opened to find dark brown iron marks and spilled coffee marks. "We will go to book shopping."

Zahn had high hopes for you, but do you think your skills surpass his? "Why would I ignore his carefully compiled notes and instead listen to you, the so-called cancer expert who doesn't deserve the title? I'm not a fool like those people out there!" Another familiar voice came from somewhere not far behind Flora. "She's probably just trying to sabotage your surgery out of spite." It was Shaun speaking.

He stared down at it, then at me, shock flickering across his features before the fight dragged his focus back to the next threat. “NEW FUNCTION DETECTED,” the librarian snarled, voice crackling. “CORRUPTED AUTHOR. ILLEGAL EDIT.” A volley of books arced toward us. I didn’t have time to parse titles. Burn, I thought, flinging the idea like a shield. Flame licked the edges of a chunk of them mid‑flight.

To be honest, this is too exaggerate for him to do. Did he even think about the money he wasted if these books were stock for long waiting for them to be read? What if termites and live around here? It would be such a waste if these books would end up being destroyed by those pests rather than consumed by the minds of a true-blooded reader. At this moment, I can't help but feel sad while looking at the massive inventory of books inside this place. I wish I have the authority to read all of them.

But not reading. The room smelled like torn paper and old wood. Dust hung in the air like smoke, swirling with every violent motion Dane made. He grabbed another book, one of the older ones, with a cracked leather spine, and without a second thought, he ripped the cover clean off and flung it across the room. It hit the wall with a dull thud before sliding to the floor in a pile of destroyed pages. “Dane, stop it!” I shouted again, louder this time, stepping fully into the wrecked library.

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