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he mentioned. Alpha Riley is a genius. He doesn’t know that, or maybe he just knows that too much. His ability to gather information and transcribe every little detail about everything makes him enough to be part of Tri-Alpha. That’s why when he told me that Alpha Vladimir is not looking for Victoria, I know that he is right.

The book had been titled 'Barbara's Fantasies'. Puzzled, I opened it, my eyes widened, and I snapped it back shut immediately, my cheeks reddening. What was a book like ‘this’ doing amongst 'history' books? I wondered. I should leave it behind, but... "Riley?" Axel called, "You alright?, you look a bit flushed" he noted "Yes, yes, I am done; we may leave." I said, holding the book against my chest. I couldn’t risk him discovering the one book I had carefully hidden.

It took a few seconds before Riley came into view. Dried blood, sweat, and dirt were clinging to his body, but it didn’t make him less beautiful in my eyes. He stopped by the entryway and tilted his head up and met Alexa’s eyes. But he couldn’t hold her stare. Riley was not the one to drop his gaze away from someone, but he did today. He lowered his eyes to the floor as his jaw tightened.

"They don't have pictures, and they're about things that don't make sense. Like why would someone want to read about how to be perfect all the time? That's not fun." I felt my chest tighten at Ollie's innocent observation. The books Riley preferred were likely the training manuals and behavioral guides that Sophia had used to condition him. To Ollie, they seemed boring, but to Riley, they represented safety and familiarity of his life before he was rescued by us. "Riley, do you want to tell me about these books you enjoy?" Dr. Sloane asked, trying again to engage him. Riley's attention snapped back from the window, and I could see him considering his answer carefully. "They help me understan

She jabbed her finger down the hallway like she was summoning the ghost of vindication. “You owe me fifty bucks, Alex!” From the kitchen came the sound of Alex’s soul evacuating his body through his vocal cords. “AGHHH, dammit to hell!” I stared at them both, brain buffering like shitty campus WiFi. “Wait, what the actual fuck? You were betting on me?” “Yup.” Riley was practically vibrating with smug satisfaction, propping her rainbow-striped socks on our coffee table like she was claiming territory. “I said you were definitely seeing someone. Alex thought you were just paying for premium Snapchat content and crying yourself to sleep.”

“I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, you’d be dripping wet for me.” My breath hitched. “You just got fucked by some guy and now you’re…” “Jealous?” She smiled, slow and knowing. Her thumb stroked my hip bone through my jeans. “He was just scratching an itch, Alex. You… you’re different.” I swallowed hard. “We’re best friends. This is crazy.” Riley leaned in until our noses almost touched. Her breath smelled like mint and sex. “Best friends who tell each other everything. Except I never told you how many nights I touched myself thinking about you.”

~ (Raziel) Anthony brought me a whole stack of books, everything that he could find, every piece of literature known to the Underworld about dreamwalking. I had spent hours pouring over every book, committing everything I read to memory. I didn't want to miss a single thing. There had to be a way I could help Rayne. I was already so exhausted after the day I had endured. That, and all of this reading on top of it, had me fighting to stay awake. I swear I only closed my eyes one time and the next thing I know I'm dreamwalking.

POV: Ray Riley arrived at the library at eight-twelve. I watched her come through the door from the north window table where Naomi had her laptop open and three browser tabs running simultaneously and the particular focused stillness of someone who had found something significant and was being patient about how she delivered it. Riley sat down, dropped her bag, looked at both of us. "Talk," she said. "You first," I said. "The athletics director."

How deep was Ryan in all this? But I swallowed them. Too early. Too risky in this room full of ears and agendas. The doors burst open again, this time with far less dignity. Riley came sprinting in, cradling her laptop to her chest like a shield, her earphones dangling precariously off one ear. “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” she gasped, weaving around the table. “My Russian teacher is the devil himself. Good evening, guys!” She bumped fists with Ramsey as she dropped into the last chair on his side, breathless but beaming.

“Ryan, we got books and toy cars for you. You need to understand that your brother loves holding onto something when he sleeps.” “But…” “Grrrr!! Grrr!” The sound of a phone ringing cut Ryan short, and they all looked in the direction of the sound. “Daddy’s phone,” Riley uttered, running to his bed and picking up the phone. “He left it here,” Aurora responded as she collected the phone from him to check the caller. She creased her brows as she saw the caller. “Mr. Richard Therapist?” She said in confusion. ‘Is he seeing a therapist?’ She thought, staring at the phone until it stopped ringing.