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“It… I’ve never soothed anyone like this before. I suppose it is the bond between us that makes it possible. Rage and fury aren’t easy emotions to control, being what we are. So, a balance is needed.” As I finish saying this, suddenly Levantus shifts back. He’d be naked, of course, but being blind means he still has privacy. Despite this, I blush and begin pulling my hands away only to have them caught in his. He brings them to his lips before his chest and steps closer.

“We’re going to visit the Moonstone pack.” ✧ ✧ ✧ Anxiety hit me as I browsed through the books of the public library in the Moonstone pack. I felt like I didn’t belong, maybe because deep down I knew what I had done was wrong. Even if it was to sneak into the pack so my brother and his friends could hang out.

In my world, trust was a currency that far exceeded the value of gold, and right now, the market is crashing. I took a slow sip of whiskey. The burn traveled down my throat, anchoring me in the moment. My instincts buzzed subtly, every nerve on edge. The noise—chatter, laughter, the clinking of cutlery—all a very false grin. Behind it, a thin gossamer curtain hid the danger in the air. “Matteo,” he drawled, his voice a greasy blend of charm and deceit. “Glad we could finally sit down and talk business. It’s time we expand our horizons, don’t you agree?”

He saw the name again ‘The ancient words of the scribe’ That was the only thing on the side of the thick book. The cover was plain. This might be it.

chapter 50 VINCENZO POV The Invitation. Wrapped in a sealed envelope and laying flat in my desk. There was no name in it. Not crest. No warning, no details. Just a single silver emblem on black paper I opened it to find a small black card matching the enevelope with its black hue. A location and time were written, plus two words carved in a neat handwriting. PLUS ONE. I tapped the edge of jt with my thumb as Terrell and Conan hovered bearby. Silent. Alert. The tension in the room was a fourth presence. With is dense and sharp, razor like teeth.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

“What do I do? Jasmine, treat her please treat her!” Jasmine reached for my hand. “Listen to me carefully. Leukemia is treatable but not here. The best treatment is in New York. It’s the only place that can give her the chance she needs.” I sank onto a chair, the room spinning. What did God want from me now? Why all this? I can’t go there, you know that, Jasmine. You know everything.” “I do know,” Jasmine said quietly. “But you have to go. It’s the only option, and there isn’t much time to think.”

“I need things from the enchanted forest. Special herbs and stuff that grows only here but I do not want anyone keeping an eye on me and I do not want permission every time. I hate stuff that binds me.” “What exactly are you planning?” “Fear not your majesty. It’s something personal.” “I can not allow a non-fae to enter the forest whenever they want.” “How unfortunate. I thought you wanted to finally fully find what you had lost.” My brows twitched at her words. It bothered me more because she gave me her word, “I guess the deal’s off then.” “I can’t grant you access without knowing the full details.” Milia turned around, “Well then Yohan Kiryu, it was nice meeting you again.” After saying t

Harmless. “There she is!” I say, vaulting over the counter. “My favorite donor slash bookstore angel.” Libby laughs. “I found these while packing. Thought you might want them.” “You thought correctly,” I say, taking the boxes. “You’re basically funding our entire inventory.” She glances between me and Luca. “Why do you both look like someone died?” Luca says nothing. Smart man. I grin wider. “We were having a deeply philosophical debate about shelving.”