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Cassidy was asleep. On his shoulder. Her hair smelled like coconuts, and she made sweet little moaning sounds every once in a while—like a sleeping kitten. Like a beautiful, sleeping kitten. Brandon had been tempted to fish his phone out of her pocket—or fish her phone out of her pocket. But a promise was a promise, and he had decided against it. He was bored out of his mind, however, and not at all tired. So, he found himself reading a paperback he found in her bag by the dim overhead light. It definitely wasn’t his usual genre, but it was better than sitting here staring at the back of the seat in front of him thinking about whether or not his mom was sober and whether or not his dad was w

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No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Lookin' good girl! Instantaneously, a certain book caught my interest in Cryx's desk. My heart fluttered and my eyes twinkled, I grabbed the book and flipped some of its pages. Oh my! It's my Aunt's book! It was entitled, 'Agent Asteria', which was a mystery thriller. When it was first released last year, the bookstores had it sold out on the first day because of how much of a hit it was to the public, it got an outstanding review from the Times and even won awards internationally. Not to mention it's my favorite book of hers. It certainly deserves the title of 'best'.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

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, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

I replied, shaking his hand briefly before pulling it back, a tingle left in its place. “So, Kalia, what’s so captivating in that book of yours that you almost missed the best coffee in town?” He nodded toward my cup. I tilted my head, considering him. “You are assuming I don’t already know that this place has the best coffee.” He raised an eyebrow. “Fair enough. But now I’m curious about the book.” I held it up, the cover facing him. “It’s a mystery novel. Keeps me on my toes.” He leaned in slightly, intrigued. “A mystery, huh? So, you like solving puzzles?”

Cassandra sat quietly by the window of the small coffee shop, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the crisp pages of the book in her hands. Outside, spring was in full bloom—leaves shimmered in the sunlight, and the occasional breeze stirred the ivy growing up the side of the building. Her book, a worn paperback about native plant life and ecosystems, was one she had read before, but she always returned to it like an old friend.

But my mind kept wandering back to the awful things she’d said just before I died, and that strange stone in Cassidy’s pocket. “Mia,” I suddenly said after swallowing my cookie, desperate to change the subject, “you work in the library. Are you allowed into the restricted section?” My friend nearly choked on her water. “Why are you asking about that?” I leaned in closer. “There must be some books on black magic, right?” Mia just stared at me for a moment, clearly trying to gauge if I was fucking with her or not. When I maintained my expression, she glanced around furtively before nodding.