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I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

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and all sorts of cool gadgets. We got coffee and browsed the shelves. I found tons of books and book marks and pens and journals. They had coffee mugs and little Christmas games too. I found a sweatshirt that said “get your hands off my book boyfriend” that I had to have.. and a pair of socks that said “don’t speak to me I’m reading”. Jenny had her hands full as well when we went up to check out. I started to ask the girl if they were hiring… working here would be so much more fun that working at the restaurant.

The funny part is that, outside of witches who are openly practicing on social media, they think we’re just fictional characters. I saw an opportunity a few years ago, when I stepped inside a human bookstore, Dad told me to run with it, so I did. Our biggest seller was a T-shirt with a wolf’s face and golden eyes and the slogan “I Don’t Chase. I Track.” For men. That one shocked me. Women bought tank tops with the slogan “Prey is a Point of View.” The entire line was a huge success. Right before everything turned to shit, I was going to introduce motorcycle gear. The wolves running that operation were some of the most clever creatives I’d come across.

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“What the fuck are you wearing?” I shrug, walk straight to the tall bookshelf like I own the place. “Your shirt. It was in my closet. Figured I’d borrow it.” He stands up, chair scraping loud. “You came in here dressed like that on purpose.” I reach for a random leather book on the top shelf, rise on my toes, let the shirt ride up until the bottom curve of my ass shows. “I came in here for a book. If your shirt makes you lose your mind, that’s your problem, not mine.”

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

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Amelia barks at the caretakers. Two girls run past me. They look in my closet. They come back holding the big white shirt from last night. "What is this man's cloth?" Amelia shakes the shirt in my face. "I found it at the Mooncrest Artisan Guild," I say. I try to sound brave. If they find out about the stranger, the Lycan Bloodmoon Pack will hurt my mother, Elena Corvinus. I do not care about my bad father, but my mother is sweet. Amelia looks at the gold letter L on the neck of the shirt. It looks very rich. Her face turns red like fire. She jumps up and hits my cheek with her hand.