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Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

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He felt lighter, yes, but no less lethal. We pulled up in front of a small bookstore tucked between a café and a vintage record shop. The sign above the door read "The Gilded Page" in an elegant script. "Come on." Already stepping from the car, he rounded to my side and opened the door. I took his offered hand. "What is this?" "You'll see."

Not security. Not Elena. Lucian. The request startled Elena enough that she looked up immediately from her phone. “You hate bookstores.” “I hate boring bookstores.” Lucian lifted one brow slightly. “And this one is different?” “They have old mechanical stuff upstairs. Typewriters. Maps. Vintage engineering books.” Lucian pretended to consider it seriously. “That does sound aggressively nerdy.” Eli rolled his eyes. “So is that a yes?” Something warm moved unexpectedly through Lucian’s chest.

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There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE. "Seriously?" he muttered. It was a cringe-worthy title, the kind found on the bottom shelf of a bargain bookstore. Yet, it had snagged his curiosity. He cracked the cover, and a flush of heat crept up his neck. The first page was… vulgar. Profanity-laced and graphically crude. He nearly slammed it shut. What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection?

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

The invitation arrived by email, on an anonymous account created by Luka specifically for literary matters. “Dear L. V. Eclipse, Shadow and Light Publishing has the honor of inviting you to the first exclusive literary event of the ‘Voices in the Dark’ series in São Paulo. There will be only 80 guests—selected readers, survivors, writers, and professionals in the field. No photos, no recordings, no disclosure of identity. Your presence would be a milestone for many women who found strength in your words.