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she yawned, "is that coffee I smell?" James nodded and filled Emma's cup. "Yeah. It's not great, but it's caffeine." She had some and scrunched up her face. "Yeah, you're right. That's pretty bad. Well, thank you. Do you mind if I sit here with you?" She sat down across from James. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at his list. "Just trying to figure things out," James said. He pushed the notebook towards her. "What do you think?"

The moonlight illuminated his soft features, which made my heart feel a little less broken for a moment. “You wanna sit with me?” I asked, gesturing to the spot across from me at the table. With a smile, James sat down and pulled out his books. I peeked over my laptop to see that he was reading a book on genetics. The cover looked old and dusty, and the pages were yellowed. He saw me looking and smiled.

Suddenly, realization struck, and a slow, crooked smile spread across his face. “You got it!” James exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement. “You got the blueprint!” Anna lifted the blueprint book in front of her, her fingers tightening slightly around the cover as she looked at James. “Yes, I did.” James leaned forward and collected the book from her hands. He opened it at once, his fingers flipping quickly through the pages. A low laugh of satisfaction slipped from James. “The blueprint is even a book,” he said, his eyes moving eagerly over the detailed plans spread across the pages.

James has earned the right to ask questions, even if I don’t like it all that much. “She’s gonna hold off on killing me and I’m going to show her there is more to life than killin’, we have a week to show her that life can give her more.” James opens his mouth to ask another question but I cut him off because I’m not done. “In that time, I wanna know everything about this Academy, I want to know what happens when their females fail a job and I want to know what's coming for us. I want the enforcers on full alert and in daily training; we need to be ready for war but not look like we are. I need Elle to see the Pack for what it is but I won’t just roll over if she decides to pick up a gun.” J

“I had a meeting.” “Oh? You really are a busy man, even during the holiday you’re still having important meetings,” she teased. “Yes, with very boring people.” “Well,” she said, lifting her cocoa, “thank you for last time. That was… kind.” “You're always welcome.” The waiter approached. James ordered black coffee and a croissant. Melody watched him as he sipped from his coffee, he looked even more attractive from the last time she saw him. “So are you almost done with your book?” he asked, nodding at her book.

Despite being a notorious rogue, he was impossibly sweet to his sisters. "Excellent." Letty grinned at her. "James, would you buy these for me?" She shoved the stack of books into his chest. He fumbled as he clutched at them. "I want to talk with Miss Beaumont." James's eyes twinkled as he looked at them. "You wish to talk about matters of a feminine nature, I assume?" He held Letty's books and began to turn around, but then Gillian caught his arm. "Oh, you have mine. I shall need to pay as well."

Savenia said. I laughed as Savenia let out a little squeak when a small little hand came out from under the table and was reaching up to grab another book. Leaning down, I lifted the table cloth and poked my head underneath. “James, why don’t you come out here? We are going to grab some trays and go back to the apartment. Are you down with a movie tonight?” I asked him as he was reading a rather large book.

“I am going to kill him,” I mind-linked James. “Not if I do so first.” I took a deep breath. I was incredibly angry at Derek right now, but I also found myself getting strangely turned on by how James was responding to the situation. Here we were with one of his celebrity idols, and yet James was no more willing to put up with Derek’s behavior than I was. “Please… we have to change the subject,” I asked. “So… what is your book about?” James questioned.

There, I saw Jameson sitting on the couch while reading a book. "What are you reading?" I asked him. He looked at me in an instant and smiled. "Oh, this book is entitled 'One of Us is Lying.' It's a mystery-crime book," he replied and went back to reading again. I sat on the other couch and sighed. "You're still interested in reading books, aren't you?" I asked. He nodded, "Yup. Nothing has changed." "So, what have you been doing these past years? Where do you live?" I asked again.

“Don’t think I’m going to let you off on the essay pertaining to why the Amendments we have were ratified and not the others.” “There was always hope,” called James. “Nice try. Get to work.” He pulled out his tablet from Eliza’s book bag at the floor of their seat and after handing over her own, he began to tap on the screen in order to get to his book he needed to read. “What’re you doing to do first?” Eliza whispered. “The easiest,” James shrugged nonchalantly. “I need to read Ernest Hemingway’s ‘The old man and the sea’ for English.”