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She felt a sense of unease, but Zeeb's grip on her arm kept her grounded. "Who are you?" Zeeb asked, his voice firm but polite. The woman didn't respond, but instead reached into her cloak and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. She opened it, revealing pages filled with strange symbols and markings. Luna felt a surge of recognition, and realized that this book was similar to the one she had found in the palace. She felt a sense of excitement, and wondered if this woman might hold the key to unlocking the secrets of the book.

Narrowing his eyes, he snapped, “Don’t you think you are too presumptuous for being a hostage?” Lily turned around, revealing her delicate features. Long brown hair, jade like skin, soft petal like lips. Regan almost flinched at her appearance. Then, his gaze met her deep grey eyes. They seemed to have a life of their own, sparkling with curiosity and confidence.

[ A lésbian woman seduces and fúcks her coworker's straight wife to prove a point and ends up enjoying it.] I've been a lésbian for as long as I can remember, and I’ve never hidden it. I fúck women with fire in my veins, and I crave the ones who are deliciously out of reach or secretly off-limits.

Curiosity tugged at her to go to the library. She got out of the room and followed the path Alice had described. The library's doors creaked open, revealing rows of shelves stacked with books. The air was a bit dusty and cobwebs hung around. She wondered if people hardly came here. She trailed her fingers along the spines of the books until she found one titled: “The Lunar Bond, The mating of wolves” Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy book. She opened it, reading in silence about bonds, instinct and transformations.

She poured herself another glass of cheap red, already on her third, and dropped onto the couch in her pencil skirt and blouse, buttons half undone. The city lights through the rain-streaked windows. Her laptop was still open on the coffee table, case files glowing like accusatory little rectangles. She should sleep. Instead she reached for the dusty old book she’d bought on a drunken whim two years ago at that weird occult shop downtown. *Daemonologie for the Modern Woman.* Stupid. But tonight it felt like the right kind of stupid. She flipped it open, scanned a page at random, and slurred the words under her breath. Latin? Probably, didn’t matter.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

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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"How would you suspect me when you were all so busy chasing shadows? You were too preoccupied blaming Alexander and Yvonne for the horrific deaths of the witches. Trust me, I enjoyed every bit of the murder." **Flashback...** Anne vividly remembered the day she lured Susan into the restroom with her dark powers. The memory of how she manipulated Susan, leading her to her doom, played out in her mind like a sinister movie. As Susan stepped into the restroom, Anne was waiting, her eyes gleaming with malevolence. Without a moment's hesitation, she struck, killing Susan in cold blood, reveling in the sheer power she wielded.

There was a small handwritten note attached to it. 'I hope these all will bring a smile on your lips. Have rest. Take care. See you in the evening. - MM' I smiled reading the note. I inhaled the fragrance of lilies. Pink lilies symbolise femininity, admiration. I unwrapped the chocolate basket and took out a bar of dark chocolate. I tasted it. I arranged the flowers in a vase and kept it on the table. I felt happy that Aaron did all this for me. I again opened the diary and turned to the next page. It was a very recent entry of Aaron and it was after a long period of the previous entry.