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She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

she said, opening them. I stepped inside, and my breath caught. The rooms were stunning—silver and midnight blue everywhere, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the forest, and a private library filled with ancient books. And a bedroom connected to Christian's through an adjoining door. “These rooms have been empty since Christian's mother died,” Maria said softly. “Fifteen years.” I walked to the library, running my fingers along the spines of books about pack law, Luna duties, and werewolf history. One book in particular called to me—

She had poisoned herself and it was not only the alcohol's fault, but also the constant stress and exhaustion that had been accumulating for a long time. As she passed by the bookshelves, she decided to take some book to read. She was delighted with Matthew's collection. There were all the books written by Clive Cussler, one of her favourite writers, as well as a lot of books by Michael Crichton and Duncan Falconer. What surprised her more was to see all of John Grishams' novels.

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"Hello! Welcome in!" I stood in the doorway, looking around the store, stacks, and bookshelves everywhere. Much bigger on the inside. "Hi," I replied, stepping in and letting the door close behind me. It smelled like moldy pages and old dust. The familiarity of it settled my shoulders. "Are you looking for something?" I gulped. "Do you have anything on Christian theology?" The eager older woman nodded, "I sure do. A whole section in the back." She scurried behind the desk and waved an arm to show me to the section. "You look like a college girl. Is it for a research paper?"

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“So don’t act innocent now.” He lets out a gasp, I felt like I said something u shouldn't have but I have no time to process it. I just run. His golden eyes burn in the back of my mind the whole way down the stairs. The hallways are quiet, but I already know exactly where I’m going. Of course I do. I’ve read the twenty series of this book, almost twenty times. Except the last copy. Elara lives in the girls’ dormitory across the courtyard. She doesn’t have roommates — or at least she wasn’t supposed to. Her room was her sanctuary.

Not only that, but considering the atmosphere at the time, she had high doubts Christian was really going to do anything to her in that manner. Now? This was different. Now, she was being treated as her own person, as a human being. Christian may not see her with any sort of lust, but how would she know? Furthermore, this is mafia’s hideout she is in, and Christian is the leader of such group. For all she knew, what if he secretly also deals with drugs? What if he wants to test those drugs to see if they work? What if… those drugs have lustful effects? ‘No, no, no. That can’t be possible,’ she told herself, lightly shaking her head. ‘Christian told me the story with his mother. For him to ev