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She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw. ‘The Council’s crimes’; ‘First dynasty of Ascended members’; ‘Bloody Peace: a review on the most atrocious acts of the Council’ Those were just some of the titles, but the table was still stacked with books they were yet to reach. Lady Cassie came back with a tray with three teacups and a teapot and smiled at them gently. “Oh, how wonderful, you chose my favorite!” “Cassie, what is the meaning of this? How did you know?”

He didn’t understand why his heart chose this difficult option, but when he imagined that adorable face, Ed slowly understood. He wanted to see Javier’s face again. Even if it wasn’t Javier, Ed wanted to see the boy’s cheerful smile. *** “Cassa Nueva: Books and Beverage.” Ed mumbled, reading the café’s name engraved in shiny brown script. Simple and elegant. However, the café’s concept puzzled Ed because it was unusual to combine a café with books. “Reading and warm drinks.” Ed mumbled because the concept felt familiar—like déjà vu. Ed shook his head, returning his attention to the place. He entered and saw a long queue in front of the cashier.

He gazed at the throng of books on the table, ancient books that Casper had managed to nip out of the store room; he had actually been surprised to know that his beta had taken them from the pack’s library when they had been ousted. Casper has always been a bookworm, a nerd, a strange nerd if it must be said, since he doesn’t act like one, but reads a lot of history. Well, he has been going through them all but he has found nothing on the kataigaida. The only thing that he was able to see was the beast that had given him a hot pursuit in his dream.

A smug look formed on his face, “I don’t know if that’s true.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I’ve been told my charm could melt the hearts of the coldest women.” “Well, I’m not like every woman you’ve ever met,” I sneered. This guy must be a real Casanova. I give myself a mental pat on the back for not tripping over my own feet, to sink my claws into this man. Then again, I’ve never done that before and I don’t instead start now.

"You smell so incredibly good." Twenty minutes later, the steam from the hot shower had completely cleared. I stepped out wearing nothing but my underwear and Cassian’s oversized shirt. The hem hung loosely off my frame, brushing against my bare thighs, while the sleeves completely swallowed my hands. Driven by a desperate, romantic need to be anchored by his presence, I walked straight down the quiet corridor and pushed open the heavy oak doors of his study, completely forgetting to knock. Cassian was seated behind a massive mahogany desk, illuminated only by the soft gold glow of a brass lamp. He was deeply engrossed in a leather-bound book. He didn't even lift his gaze from the pages, yet

Cassandra says quickly, "you don't. And it seems that he doesn't either, or he would've been quick to reject you because he's the one who has more to lose." "I just told you about what I saw. The girl—" "—means nothing if you're still his fated mate, that I can assure you," she claims, finishing for me. "It could have been anything." "I know what I felt," I grumble. Cassandra watches me for a long time, and then she hands me the book. "Here. This is what I promised you. In this book, you'll find a lot of information about what it's like to be a Nocturn. This book was written by my brother, Eroll."

This Eros was more like the god of demise, which would be of mine. My phone chimed, and I pulled it out of my shorts, thinking it was Ara or Mama, since they were the only ones who texted me early in the morning. But my eyes widened at the headline flashing on my notification bar. Isobel Rossi, the woman who has made nincompoops of two capos. Underground writer’s post about our capo’s wife couldn’t have been good. Did this writer ever post anything that was not a scandal? Probably not. Sometimes the things that we see in the faces of the Mafiosos are not what the truth really is. But do you know what’s knottier than their masked emotions? Their established relationships.

Don Salvatore was a very decent man and no matter how Allan tried, he couldn’t get anything to complicate him. He bowed slightly in appreciation to Casper before turning his attention to Cassandra, captured by her extraordinary features, as he bowed to her slightly before extending his hand for a dance. As soon as they joined hands and began to dance to the tune of the guest singer, background information about Salvatore began to play and everyone realized that he owned the biggest casinos in Las Vegas. “Thank you, Don Salvatore,” Casper said as soon as his timer beeped, showing that the one minute was done. Cassandra was relieved. Don Salvatore was a gentleman but her heart was already take

Cassana was already about to reach the dagger from Ashvell's hips when he grabbed the thick book and stood up followed by two giant steps. He then tossed the book on the female drow, knocking her off her seat. "Bonnie, run!" he shouted to the young lass.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.