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Elena Winters met them at the entrance—a petite woman with close-cropped silver hair and keen eyes that immediately identified all three of them for what they were. "The Luna's Triad," she said, echoing Dr. Vasquez's greeting. "I never thought I'd see the prophecy fulfilled in my lifetime." "Just Detectives Blackwood and O'Connor," Casie corrected again, already tired of the title. "And our consultant, Mr. Thornwood. We're investigating a homicide." Elena's expression sobered immediately. "Nathaniel mentioned a young Fae girl. Please, come to my office where we can speak privately."

She hadn’t meant to find it. But the house gave her nothing else to do. Inside, warm amber light flickered over endless shelves. Books lined every inch, tomes with cracked spines, others wrapped in cloth, a few titled in strange, looping runes she couldn’t read. The fireplace was lit, though she hadn’t seen anyone strike a match. Still, the air was thick with waiting. She didn’t sit. Didn’t touch anything. Just stood in the doorway, staring at all the knowledge someone had bothered to keep.

1 VIKTOR I lay back, Sabrina nestled beside me, her soft breaths a steady rhythm against the harsh thrum of my thoughts. She was warm, comforting, her scent something that grounded me, but my mind was a different place entirely. It always was. I couldn’t stop the ghosts that haunted me—those women who had tried to kill me, who had thought they could outsmart me, end me. I’d already eliminated them. All of them. The first one, Mia, she came to mind easily.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

Ms. Lynch was taken aback by Emma's accusation. As Emma stared at Ms. Lynch, she had a feeling that Ms. Lynch was behind this setup. While she could not pinpoint the exact motive, the entire situation struck her as highly suspicious. It was impossible not to harbor doubts. "What if you were wearing gloves while stealing it?" Ms. Lynch quickly retorted. "Then let the police search the room for any gloves I might have worn!" Emma stood her ground. "Fine, let them investigate thoroughly!" Ms. Lynch scoffed.

"And I'm not that old." "You're ancient by wolf standards." "Watch it, pup." They're laughing when Sera's phone rings. Unknown number, but she answers anyway. "Luna Blackwood? My name is Dr. Sarah Winters. I'm a historian specializing in supernatural integration. I was hoping to interview you about the early days of the movement." "Another historian?" Sera sighs. She's done dozens of these interviews. "What's your angle?" "I'm writing about the women who led the integration. You, Master Valentina, High Priestess Moira, Elena Silverclaw the Elder. The female leaders who don't get as much attention as the alphas and council members."

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

After repositioning myself back onto it, I spread the afghan over both of us. After thanking me, profusely, for the warmth, she cocked her head in mock thought. “Such a mystery. He doesn’t want us to rob a bank with him or something, does he? Tell me he’s not broke and this isn’t all a façade.” “If only he just wanted us to rob a bank,” I said in a whiny tone. “I could handle that a lot better, I think.” “Don’t leave me in suspense, Esmerelda,” she scolded. “You know how I hate it. That’s why I could never do what you do. I can’t stand mystery.”

"You like that, don't you? Ah, but I knew you would " His mouth slid down her throat. Heat splintered all through her, even as her mind baulked. No, she thought hazily. He had touched her there. But surely he would not…. She could only watch in mingled shock and fascination as his dark head hovered over her breast. Never had she dreamed he might kiss her there? As if in anticipation, her nipples peaked and hardened, as his mouth touched the quivering tip, she gasped. "Dan, what…. What do you do?"

"Try to find the section with the title 'Amulet'." "Alright." Cassandra flipped through the pages, describing the contents to Vasilisa to check if she had stumbled across the Amulet's recipe yet. "This page has several onion-like plants and nude women," she told the Czarevna. "I think that is the one," Cassandra did as she was told. "But really, why so many nude women in your grimoire?" Cassandra couldn't help asking. But Vasilisa didn't answer her and just went back to pacing back and forth. Ruslan was sitting with Owlyn and the sleeping serpent.