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I dropped the books on my bed and flipped one open. It was full of what I already knew: Those bitten by werewolves never survive the full transformation. The poison kills them. End of story. My chest tightened. That couldn’t be true. I was alive. I flipped through faster, scanning for anything new. But everything said the same thing. Death. Pain. Suffering. Nothing about healing or heightened senses. Frustration burned in my throat. I shut the book too hard. Then I saw it—something odd near the back. A few pages were stuck together. Glued, maybe. I frowned, prying at the edge until it came loose.

Nodding toward the book he said, "Is this what you encountered?" I pulled the book closer. When Laeddin leaned in to see as well, I held my breath, fighting to ignore his beckoning blood. The book had pictures of skulls with smoke coming off them, their eyes glowed red. Human bodies bent at strange angles. The pictures definitely resembled what I'd seen happen with the man in the forest and with Abby. Several different kinds of names were given, but demura wasn't one of them. There also wasn't any information on how they could be killed. "I think so."

‘Chomee did you see this?’ That was Anna who greeted me with a newspaper. A newspaper that had the murder of Naledi and Sharon on their cover page. Anna had just returned from her holidays and she found me all alone in our apartment. All alone, moody and unresponsive. Since I had committed this hideous act, my emotions have been all over the place. I was jumpy and always scared that the cops or somebody who might have seen me at Naledi’s flat might show up on my door step. Billy was in and out of my flat but there were no more romantic dinners or steamy love-making sessions. I think he was just checking on me to ensure that I don’t break and start singing Usher’s Confessions. All he ever sai

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

His fingers were definitely going to leave dark prints on my skin by tomorrow. While our tongues tangled, I slowly guided his re-hardening cock back into my wet pussy, earning a deep, satisfied sigh from his chest. God, this man was lethal. Without breaking the kiss, he suddenly got up, scooping my thighs around his arms and carrying me across the room. His footsteps were just as heavy and calculated as his breathing. A sudden, loud crash startled me as books, drafting triangles, and heavy academic binders violently clattered to the floor. Liam had effortlessly cleared his hardwood counter with one sweep of his arm.

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everything. But when I pushed open the heavy oak door, the scent wasn't lavender. It was smoke. I choked for my own breath, my heart pounding so hard. What in the world was going on? Who could have done this? Scanning around, I saw a small, blackened pile lying in the centre of the floor. My sketches, the ones I’d drawn before I met Roman, were curled into grey ash. My degree was a charred remains of parchment. And the lavender? It was scattered, crushed into the floorboards by a heavy, deliberate boot.

The logical part of my brain, the part that liked neatly restored paintings and clean brushes and answers, was having a very bad month. The occult section was tucked in the farthest corner, behind a dusty pillar and next to a broken radiator that hissed like a snake. The books looked untouched, mostly oversized hardcovers with cracked spines and spooky fonts. I traced my fingers over them, unsure what I was looking for until something sharp pricked my index finger. I jerked back, hissing. One of the books had a tiny iron spike sticking from its spine, like it didn’t want to be opened. I stared at the title.

I didn't want to have breakfast for fear of running into Darick. The door creaked as I turned the knob and entered the library. Dust particles still floated in the air, and I could barely see with the dimly lit chancellors. I walked down the aisles, holding my nose as the smell of musk filled my nostrils. I skimmed my fingers over the hardback books. Hmm, ‘Chronicles of the Blood Brothers.’ No, I don't want to read about the Blood Brothers' history. What's this? ‘Understanding your Supernatural Abilities.’