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“It was given to her by her grandmother. She would want you to have it." Kimberly's hand extended, hesitating for a moment before making contact with the book. The moment her palm touched the cover, the pages erupted in a brief, golden light that illuminated the room. The sudden radiance startled Kimberly, causing her to gasp loudly as her eyes widened in awe. In stark contrast to Kimberly's reaction, Levi stood unfazed, his expression serene and almost expectant. It was as if he had known that the book would react to Kimberly's touch, and was merely waiting for the inevitable to occur.

She's never full on disclosed the real issue and I hadn't asked. I've respected people's privacy. Seeing my mother's mood change and her being upbeat, the moment we stepped foot in the boutique, convinced me more to give her space. One of my favourite bookstores is part of the places I waste time away. I lose myself in the world of books, reading description upon description while deciding, on which book to get and how many. I lose concentration on what I'm currently reading, when I feel a gaze on my back Glancing over my shoulder, my brows shoot up in surprise when I see Neil Myers looking good, as he stands leaned against a bookshelf, with his eyes trained on a book.

If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work. I lean back my head resting it on the edge of the couch keeping my gaze on the woman asleep with her legs thrown over mine. She had a life of her own before I intervened. She looks so peaceful in her sleep not a worry about the monsters chasing her... or the one who actually have her in his possession. I let her legs fall onto the couch when I stand up looking over her turn for a second, but she doesn't wake. She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly.

You know that feeling you got when you prepared your first meal or when you finally rode a bicycle without assistance or when you made your first friend, that gentle feeling of pride and self-appraisal that made you so happy you wanted to make that food again and ride that bike longer? That's exactly how I feel right now after finishing up the book Jana gave me at the library yesterday. I've never read a book in less than twenty-four hours, no matter the size, but it's just sunset, and I'm done. It's very informing and enlightening, but it's basically a more detailed explanation of the history Sean told me summarily.

One moment at a time. ***

And what I had seen, in that fraction of a second before the glass came down, was not gratitude. It was something much simpler and much more devastating than gratitude. It was relief. The specific, unguarded relief of someone who had stopped expecting good things and received one anyway. I looked back at the garden. Something moved in my chest — quiet, specific, in a location I recognized from a long time ago. I noted it. I did not look at it directly. Not yet. "One hour," I said again. "I heard you the first time," he said. His voice was even. Professionally even. But the book that had been closed on the seat beside him was now in his hands — picked up without awareness, held without readin

My breath catches. “I forgot I had this,” she says sheepishly. “It’s the last one Liam gave me to study.” I take it from her hands. The cover is worn. The spine cracked. The pages edged in silver. My heart drops into my stomach. This is it. The book I couldn’t find because I gave it to her. The prophecy book. The one about The One. Raven bites her lip. “Is it bad that I’m scared?” I pull her into my arms. “No,” I whisper. “It means you understand how important you are.” The room goes quiet. Because we all know...When we open this book, everything changes.

"I'm ready." The Ravenstone City event fills the bookstore beyond capacity, people sitting on the floor and standing in the aisles, and I see Daniel slip in at the back just before I start reading. I chose a passage about the moment I realized I'd disappeared, and my voice stays steady even though my hands shake slightly. When I finish, the applause is deafening, and the bookstore owner opens the floor for questions. Hands shoot up immediately, and I point to a young woman in the third row.

Mom and Elena rising together and applauding. Richard stood last. Slow. The coat unbuttoning. His clap heavy and deliberate. Something closer to acknowledgment. Seven people. Standing. In a basement bookstore in Portland. For a book about a bar and a boy and a sabotage and a hospital and a kitchen floor and a family that broke and rebuilt and held. The crowd drifted toward the signing table. I stepped off the podium. A woman stopped me – tired eyes, worn jacket, a fresh copy clutched in white-knuckled hands.