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"Everything I just heard is true, right?" "You haven't answered my question," Rachel retorted. Why would he eavesdrop on their conversation? "I won't answer you until you answer me." James sighed. He put his two hands in the pockets of his trouser and stared at her for a moment. "I was reading through a book, I guess I was so carried away with what I was reading that I didn't hear the library door open on time. I thought it was George so my first instinct was to run and stay behind the bookshelf by the wall. I would have left when you and the other man started talking but your conversation with him caught my attention. So silly of me"

"But I prefer a space that feels inspiring, not intimidating." "It definitely is inspiring," I agreed, stepping further into the room. My fingers trailed across the spines of the books, drawn to a worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice." "You have quite the collection," I remarked. "Guilty as charged," James admitted with a smile. "I'm a bit of a bibliophile, I'm afraid." We spent the next few minutes discussing our favorite books, a delightful conversation that flowed effortlessly. James pointed out a first edition copy of Sherlock Holmes tucked away in a corner, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm as he shared the story of how he'd acquired it at a flea market.

As the loud music of the club clouded my ears, I couldn’t help but wonder why the club was so packed today. “Here you go, damsel,” James says, snapping me out of my thoughts. “That was fast,” I say as I take the glass from him and raise it to my lips, savoring the familiar burn as the alcohol slid down my throat. The liquid warmth spread through my body, momentarily numbing the pain that had been gnawing at me. James leaned against the bar, his piercing blue eyes studying me intently. “You know,” he began, his voice low and raspy. “Sometimes life throws us curve balls that we never see coming. But it’s how we handle those moments that truly define who we are.”

James asked and I felt my stomach churning, my eyes began to water from the build-up and I was getting heated from anger. "You did not just say that," I breathed out quietly. "James," Alex said with furrowed brows. James bit down and his jaw ticked, his eyes were dark but it wasn't anger. "Who gave you the book, Avery?" He asked again, much slower this time. Again, I didn't answer him, I stared bewildered at the man I used to know. But then I just scoffed and shook my head. ”Fine, I'll find out myself.” he said and turned around.

William quickly picked it up and handed it back to her. “You like reading Miss QM’s novels too?” William asked, pointing to the book cover. Olivia nodded slightly. “Yes. I really like the way she writes. It feels… real.” William smiled. “I’ve read one too. Her characters are strong.” Olivia hugged the novel tightly. “Yes, sometimes it makes me think about a lot of things.” They both fell silent for a moment. Only the sound of birds in the trees could be heard. Then William said softly, “If James keeps bothering you, you can tell me. I don’t like seeing people act the way he did.”

“Okay, you caught me. But it is not creepy watching, I promise. You just look so peaceful when you are arranging books or helping customers. It is calming. And kind of inspiring. I am a literature major, so bookstores are basically my happy place.” He leaned forward a little, eyes sparkling with interest. “Literature major? That is amazing. What are you reading right now?” “‘The Night Circus’ again,” I said, relaxing into the conversation. “I love stories with magic and quiet longing. What about you? As a bookstore guy, you must have favorites.” James smiled warmly. “I do. Right now I am rereading ‘Norwegian Wood’ by Murakami. There is something about the melancholy and the way people connec

Natalia It was hard coming to terms with the fact that Campo had assaulted Quinn on the night he met James in the club lobby. We didn't know exactly what Benson and Shaw had on James, but it was clear he was now their main suspect. It felt good that maybe we had given them the piece of evidence that tied it all together. I could feel good about that and sad that whatever was said between them that night was probably the catalyst for being cruel to Quinn to the point of almost killing her.

BETH The party is dying down. "Fancy a nightcap?" asks Richard. "Mmm, yes, good idea." We order a brandy apiece, and make our way through to the library. James is there, reading, sitting in a leather armchair by the fire, long legs outstretched in front of crackling flames. Richard, frowns, his eyes meeting mine. "I thought he´d be upstairs with..." he murmurs. "James? Is everything alright? We thought..." My husband´s words trail away.

Joshua's POV Three days after the Blue Moon pack had gone home. The pack house was quiet in the way large spaces went quiet when they'd recently been full. I met James in the kitchen. He was reading something at the table. He didn't look up when I sat across from him. "I'm going to ask her," I said. James turned a page. "I know," he said. "I want to do it right." He looked up. His face had the particular impression he gave when he was deciding whether to say the obvious or let it land on its own.

He also took his book on microbiology out of his bag. "Do you usually stay here?" Emily asked James. She came here not to study but to think and take a rest. Seeing the two studying hard in front of her makes her feel guilty for not reviewing for her test. "No. I think the most studious people are here, so I wanna join you two." He said casually. "Maybe you're just referring to me. I only see Emily sleeping in the library." Michelle replied. James didn't say a word. He focused reading his book like he didn't hear anything. Emily took her bag and was ready to leave when Michelle asked her another question.