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The bar area wasn’t even completely finished, but it was close. I’d always wanted the Sparks to be a cozy spot for book lovers, and it was slowly becoming known for that in the community. As the school semester ended, there was a high chance parents would begin trickling into the store with their children’s summer reading lists. We had a thriving library community in town, but there were only so many copies of each book, so people still came in to purchase some. Grampa and I organized an entire section dedicated to the reading list Sean supplied for us.

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."

The city skyline twinkled with leftover holiday lights, snow dusting the railing like powdered sugar, but the real view was Astrella, curled up beside me in nothing but my oversized flannel shirt, unbuttoned just enough to tease those perfect tits, legs bare and crossed, her laptop balanced on her thighs. She'd insisted on this 'morning read-aloud' after pounding out that filthy story last night, her eyes gleaming with that wicked writer’s spark. "Dax, baby," she'd purred, handing me the printed pages, still warm from the printer, edges crisp. "Now, read my latest. Out loud. Every dirty word. It's inspired by us... kinda." I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

"I wasn't ... the nicest to her. Someone showed me something about her, and I believed it. But maybe I shouldn't have, you know?" I don't have time for teenage drama, but I nod anyway. I can at least be sympathetic. "When we find her, you'll have the chance to clear things up with her." "She's with Alec." His brow furrows, and I can sense the rivalry there. Apparently, Winter is popular with the boys at her school. "Who is he?" "A vampire. He's ... different, though. Kind of a weirdo." I glance out the window, and this time, I see something dart behind a building. Instantly, I'm on high alert. Straightening up, I stare at the corner across the street. That looked like a person, and they were

“I didn't mean to. I was just taken aback by the color of your fur.” *** At the same time, in the Winter Pack, Julian was inside the library, and books littered around him on all sides. He sat on the floor, his back pressed against a rack, his brows were slightly furrowed as he focused his gaze on the content of the book he was currently reading. “The white wolf,” he read aloud. His fingers traced the words line by line until the end of the page before he moved, flipping the page to the next, and he repeated the motion all over again.

“Yes.” “Books are just… so slow. You’re sitting there for hours, and all you’ve done is read about someone else doing something.” “That’s the point,” Celeste replied, already pulling her toward the door. “They are predicatable, only leave you guessing in the best possible way.” Victoria gave in with a mock sigh, following her into the cool, quiet space. Celeste moved like she belonged there, fingers gliding over spines, eyes flicking toward covers like she was greeting old friends.

The sound hung in the air, delicate and fragile, like the first note of a lullaby that promised both comfort and warning. Aria stiffened, staring down at it, feeling the air thrum around her like a heartbeat not her own. By morning, the bookstore had stopped pretending it was normal. Books shifted along the shelves of their own accord. Titles changed when she wasn’t looking. The register printed a receipt for The Blooming Path: One Copy Sold. She hadn’t sold anything. Her phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. People online were posting photos. Hashtags like #CrimsonSprawl and #RootSignal trended faster than she could read. One claimed to see the flowers inside a locked train car. Ano

I try not to beat myself up about it, I might never get to know the truth behind their lives and how I and Monica came to be with Mom and Dad not being here. But I meant it when I told Ian to release her allowance. She’s our father's daughter and he would want her taken care of even if she is a shitty daughter. But I suppose we could let her stew for a few more days. I flip the page of one of my favorite novels, Red Winter by Annette Marie. I’ve read the series countless times and it’s sort of a comfort book for me. My first exam is in two days, but if I read another word or equation about finance I was going to lose my damned mind so Red Winter it is.