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I should contact Darius and Maggie, but my exhaustion from the entire day and last night is pulling me down to quick. When I get to my bedroom, I don’t bother shutting the door. I want to hear when he gets back. I get undressed and I’m about to put on my pajamas, but I decide against it. Instead, I transform into my fox, because I know I won’t be able to get some rest unless I feel safe. Ever since this city, I haven’t been able to sleep in my human form… not since last night. In my fox form, I jump up on the bed. I look about my bedroom for the duration of this time I’m here and I gaze at the familiarity of everything. This doesn’t look like the work of someone that wanted me gone.

It was nice to see. “What are you reading?” she asked. Julia filled her in on the newest novel she had found stashed away in an old cabinet in the back of the house. It was an extremely exciting romance story that Julia said she could hardly put down. Once Cordia was up to speed on what had happened so far, Julia began to read the rest of the story to her. After an hour or so of reading about pirates, treasures, and how Sir Camion would love Miss Sicilia to the end of time, Julia paused. “My throat is dry,” she said. She coughed a little, which alarmed Cordia.

Sussan was going back and forth, from Julia's room to look in on Julius, and to the hall where Julia was having a confrontation with the inebriated Mafia. “No, I need you. Take me to your room,” said Joshua, burying his nose in her alluring scent, which he missed madly. He felt lonely and furious not having her near him. As he departed, he was certain he wouldn't feel her absence, because Julia meant nothing to him. Nevertheless, after an hour's duration in Australia, his own obstinate feelings dispersed like a troublesome mole. “Not on your nelly! You are not allowed here,” Julia said in a panicked voice, her stomach plunged with the chill of being uncovered.

Charles I sat at my desk, trying to work through the laundry list of e-mails I’d accumulated since leaving New York. I’ve got people for this but I’m pretty much heavy on confidentiality. I need every information cross-checked and sealed. The hums from the side made me turn, and there she was. Jaxen was standing at the bookshelves in my office, the hem of my T-shirt rising up her thigh and over the curve of her ass as she reached the third shelf.

Dust hung lightly in the air from how many old shelves had been disturbed over the last several days, and the smell of aged paper and candle wax had settled so deeply into the room that it followed anyone who left. Victoria sat at the large central table with one elbow propped against a tower of books while she skimmed through another faded text that, so far, had managed to say absolutely nothing useful in over two hundred pages. She flipped another page. Then another. Then sighed heavily before dropping her forehead briefly against the open book. “I swear if I read the phrase divine imbalance one more time, I’m setting this entire room on fire.” “You said that three books ago,” Leo muttered

Finally, she decided to explore the study that Rydell and Melania had provided for her. The shelf to the right of the door was filled with books of all subjects. There were reference books, fantasy books, science fiction books, and even romance books. She looked at the titles and noticed that some of the authors were unfamiliar to her. She picked out one of those books and looked at the publisher and saw that it was printed here in this village. There were authors right here in this village, this made her happy. She had always liked to write little stories, nothing big, just stories that she used to tell the pups back home. She took the book and sat at the desk and started reading. The stor

It was old, the pages having yellowed in time, but when he held the bound pages he felt as if his father was there beside him again. It was his voice that Jaxsen tried to simulate in his head as his eyes roamed the pages. He found himself clutching the book to his chest, but to no avail. Cora Weaverly snatched the book, an old copy of Utopia; a fifteenth century novel of political philosophy, from his small and defenseless hands. He tried to get it back but she slapped him down. He held the tears back, ignoring the stinging in his cheek. He did not want to give her the satisfaction of physical manifestations of pain. He narrowed his eyes trying to be defiant. Then in a matter of a nano-secon

Xie asked annoyed. "I need to tell you something important" Roe came inside as she locked the door behind. She explained everything she saw. The annoyed Xie became totally attentive. "I knew they were upto no good. It must be the foxes. They have been using all the forgotten techniques one after the other secretly. Anyways, don't worry Roe. I have already called in the troops. We are not letting any of them go. I am sure these three have something to do with the curse. Specifically the wife, Mia. She wasn't a fox. Neither did she feel like a human. There is something amiss about their story. Moreover we don't even know the full story. I brought them here to get it out of them. "

And then it blinked. Camela stumbled back in shock. “Vincent…it moved…” The whisper thickened around her like worms crawling on her skin: “Read.” Vincent hurled his flames at the book, but they slid off the blood-soaked paper as if the blood absorbed them all. The letters twisted again, reshaping into sharper words: “The fox belongs to silence. Speak, and he breaks.” Camela pressed her hand against Vincent’s arm, terrified. “What does that mean?” she asked.