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"Ah, *The Library Dragon*. Yes. It's a favorite." Julian nodded once, his gaze not quite reaching hers. He wasn't accustomed to small talk. Not accustomed to this softness. And certainly not accustomed to *lingering*. She waved her hand gently. "It's in the children's section—over here." He followed her through the store, his steps light behind her. The shelves loomed above them like old friends. Motes of dust danced in bars of slanting light from high windows. Lena felt the rise and fall of his breathing behind her—too close, too quiet—but said nothing.

A safe haven away from my house. The walls were a dark green with silver accents. My bookshelves were also black but these shelves held my own collection of books. After I brought home books and woke up the next day to them being trashed or burned, I stopped bringing home anything other than textbooks. Instead, I filled my little office.

I muttered with a look of awe and admiration. It was like stepping into a fantasy library. The walls were soft-tone red with flecks of black and white. Shelves and shelves of books were neatly arranged in a circular manner. In the center was a little table with an unlit scented candle and two rows of beautiful bookmarks. Three chairs were alongside. There was also a coffee maker in the corner and a soft looking couch.

She walked to the library as Alarick directed and opened the door, her eyes widening in amazement at the sight before her. There were rows and rows of bookshelves, filled with books of all sizes and colors. The room was dimly lit, with sunlight filtering in through the windows and casting shadows on the ground. Leanda could feel a sense of peace and tranquility emanating from the room. The library was a sight to behold. The room was spacious with high ceilings and walls lined with towering bookshelves made of rich mahogany. The shelves were filled with countless books of different sizes and colors, each title telling a story waiting to be read.

‘I’d like that very much. We start with the library, where there are books, some are many centuries old, in glass stands. I’ve never seen a book or so many books before. The ceiling is twenty-foot high, and the second level, which is also lined with bookshelves, is secured by a polished, mahogany balustrade that edges around the whole rectangle room. Both levels have six sculpted mahogany columns, spaced apart evenly, with perfect architectural precision. Against the bookshelves are several wooden ladders on wheels, and it seems these, too, have been spaced apart at exact intervals.

The only splashes of colour were my red comforter that lay across the bottom of my bed on top of black and white sheets and pillows and a few red scatter cushions. The absolute best part of the room was my bookshelf. It was an oak log that went from the floor to the ceiling with four corner shelves built around it. The shelves were stacked with books, a couple of decorative candles and a couple of stuffed toys. Beside it was and oversized bean bag chair that was so comfortable I could fall asleep in it while reading. "Not that I'm not happy to see you but why are you here?", I asked him. Brodie had moved over to examine the bookshelf and the titles it housed.

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.

That would be a total disaster for him. Then he walked over to the bookshelf on the side, reached up and took out a book. There was a button behind the book. He lifted his index finger and pressed it. The bookshelf slowly moved to the side. When it stopped, he put the book back, walked in, and then the bookshelf slowly moved back. After he walked in, the whole inside suddenly lit up. The decorations were really fancy, and there was a big pearwood box in every spot, each big enough to hold a spirit beast's body. There were ninety-one boxes like that.

She was glancing around the room, trying to distract herself while she waited on her mom to catch up. The room she was in was a massive building with high ceilings. Thousands of 6 feel tall wooded shelves were standing upright and in rows and columns like a well-trained army. Each shelf held one giant ancient-looking book that was over 6ft tall. In front of each shelf was a small table that ran 6ft long and held 4 tables. Each table had a mechanism that could turn the pages of the book remotely from their seat, mages no longer had to get up from their seat or hire someone to turn pages for them.

The shelves, which were works of art, crafted from rich mahogany with their surfaces polished to a gleaming shine, were reaching towards the high ceiling that seemed endless in a beautiful arrangement. Ethan suddenly seemed interested in searching for some books that he didn't even know where they were, as Jesse watched him from where he was standing without saying a word. He had offered to help the suddenly curious billionaire find what he was looking for, but he politely rejected the offer and continued to look through the unending lists of books.