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But, in her calm expression, I can feel a storm brewing beneath as if she’s a wild animal that’s trying to decide whether it should approach firelight or flee into darkness again. “Do you want to sit at one of the private tables?” she asks in a soft voice that is a stark contrast from the way her eyes dart from person to person in the crowd as if she feels outnumbered and is deciding how best to fight all of them. Her eyes flick back to mine and her expression shifts again. She looks almost nervous. Like a child that’s stolen a cookie and they think their parents just found out. My jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as my mind works around the suspicious nature of her wanting to get a seclude

She'd have been in less of a state right now if it hadn't taken her two days to work up the courage to open it. She could still feel the way her heart rate quickened as she untied the brown craft string and gently tore at the seams of the paper. She recalled the confusion as she found herself staring at a shoebox for a pair of R.M. Williams Craftsman boots. Men's, size 10. "Peculiar...." she thought to herself as she lifted the lid of the box. Hidden under a few layers of tissue paper was a book she had never seen before. A lump formed in her throat as she inspected the cover—"Chance, Fate & Chocolate Cake: When Adventure Calls, Don't Hesitate. By Callum Buchanan." The author's name caused h

She was just about to reach out to the book to check what was on it. She wondered what Shantal could have possibly seen in the book for her to react that way. But before she could even lay a finger on the book, Shantal already snatched it away from her. "Nothing." She told Jodi as she tried to act as nonchalant as she could. But judging from how her face was turning into the shade of scarlet, Jodi already had an inkling of what was going on. "You've seen the sexbot section, have you not?"

“You deserve all the pretty things in the world, Tessa.” “And I will make sure my entire life that you get just that.” END OF BOOK 2—ELIAS’ STORY COMING NEXT

My eyes landed on Ares, Benedict, and Shantel. “What do you think you are doing?” Benedict said, stepping forward with a frown. “Nothing…” the words hung in my throat as the librarian stepped back in. She didn't seem to understand til she stopped next to me, glancing at the real councilwoman and then back at Kaela and me. “Urh…” she trailed off. The book of forbidden magic was still in her hands, so I reached for it, but Shantel grabbed it first, moving faster than the speed of light.

The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71. I found the second shelf on the case and scanned for my next book. Book thirteen had a cover of deep purple. I frowned at the woman looking up at me, scanning over her tangled fiery curls, the cinnamon freckles across her nose, and the way her emerald eyes seemed to twinkle at me from the cover. Her hair and eyes were the only familiar thing about her. My face was a bit rounder than hers, and definitely held a bit more baby fat. Her cheekbones were high and her lips full, conventionally beautiful in a wild sort of way. I felt that twinge of guilt as I looked down at the cover. “Sasha Burnette, Game 51.”

The need to have something that belongs to her in my hands overpowering the need to wrap them around his throat. Bart tries a few more numbers while I study the novels stored carefully in the old bookcase. I recognize a lot of fantasy books, some historical novels and a lot of romance novels. My fingers caress the backs of the novels until one in particular speaks to me. 'Tears of Tess.' I caress the front of the paperback. The cover is simple with the middle half of a woman on the front and the title crossing it. I flip it over and read the blurb. My eyes skim over the text as a small smile plays across my lips when I finish reading.

But how, when I was the danger? Tessa paced a step, boots scuffing the worn boards, then stopped by the hearth, grabbing a bundle of dried leaves from the mantel. Her hands moved quick, practiced, crushing them into a mortar with a pestle that ground like bones. 'Mother's books talked about it. Bites from cursed wolves... they bind. I'll share your shifts, the pain, maybe even the rage.' She glanced at me, eyes searching, vulnerability cracking her steady front. 'If we don't break it soon, it'll pull us both under.'

And assuring she is happy is the most important thing to me. As she takes me to her room, my breath is taken away by her beauty. I can’t help but kiss her shoulder as I unzip her dress. As her dress falls from her shoulders my breath catches as I see this beauty in a black strapless bra and black thong. Kate is what fantasies are made of.

Elias blinked, "Pardon?" The girl glanced at her phone then back at Elias again, "You're her. You're the girl who wrote that book. The one about the Hot biker, Kaelen Nightshade and every fantasy you've had about him," Her voice was loud across the quiet room, "The one everyone has refused to shut up about," Heads lifted from the tables and conversations faltered as people's attention was drawn to them. Elias's throat tightened. Oh no. Her mother looked confused, "Penelope, what book are you talking about?"