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"She didn't think anyone was in here." I lick my lips, feeling oddly drawn to the book. "What is it?" "Something really rare," Alice says. "There are only a few like it in the world. It's called, 'The Secret History of Magic.' It tells the real story of magic. It helps you to understand that there are many ways to look at everything." "Okay," I say. It's starting to feel like I'm stuck in Alice's fantasy. Next thing I know she'll be telling me she knows how to fly.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

‘So what can we do to break the spell before it takes over Remiel? Her eyes meet mine, shining brightly in the dark space. ‘The secret room at the old Church, there is a book of forbidden magic.’ She closes her eyes as wind begins to swirl around her, lifting her body from the floor and whipping her hair around her. ‘I can sense the book's presence there.’ ‘But I’ve already found the hidden room in the school room.’ Frustration clear in my voice. ‘We didn’t find any books that come remotely close to what you are describing.’

he said, “Good morning, my name is Reyda Harvey, and I'm here for the interview. The password is 5465.” The gate buzzed open and a tall dark-skinned man stood in front of me, “Mam.” he pointed to the white mansion ahead of us, we then walked in silence, his head straight ahead and me trying to keep my balance until we reached a big black door. He showed me to my seat next to a honey brown hair woman with big boobs and a tight skirt. I tried calming myself down as I rubbed my ankles. My feet are killing me, and I don't think I could stand walking in these heels for another minute.

We reveled in the deceit, relishing the impending chaos that would ensue. "Hidden deep within the heart of the ancient underground lies a secret chamber, concealed from prying eyes. It is within this chamber that the magic stone rests, guarded by enchantments and protected by the Alphas family.” A thrill coursed through my veins as I continued, painting a vivid picture of the secret location.

Wright's cryptic file names and the surveillance camera I had found at home. Piece by piece, it felt like something much larger—and far more unsettling—was coming together. Some secret, hidden in plain sight, was waiting to be uncovered.

But we followed. The bedroom was as bare as the rest of the place, except for a single metal briefcase on the bed. Samuel opened it, revealing neat stacks of bills. Thomas blinked. “You had it here the whole time?” “Of course.” Samuel began counting, precise and calm. “The trick isn’t having money. It’s making people work for it. Makes them underestimate you.” “Cute,” I said. “You think this is a game.” He handed me the stack Vega was owed. “Everything’s a game, darling. You either play it or get played.”

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

Ethan's freedom, the truth about Victoria's murder, justice for all the wrongs that had been committed, these things were worth any price. Even if that price was my own safety. Even if that price was my sanity. I pushed the bookshelf door open and stepped into the hidden library. The sourceless light welcomed me, soft and steady, illuminating the thousands of books that lined the walls. I moved to the desk where my mother's books were arranged and pulled out the book of blood magic that contained the spell I needed. My hands trembled as I laid the cloth on the desk and opened the book to the marked page. I had studied this spell for hours, memorizing every word, every gesture, every warning.

“So nothing magical?” “Oh, there’s magic,” he said quickly, flipping open a thick journal bound with gold leaf. “It’s subtle. Hidden in plain sight. Like… okay, see this one?” He jabbed his finger at a cracked page covered in elegant handwriting. “It’s a lesson book. English grammar. But some of the example sentences are low-key incantations. Nothing crazy—just little things. But whoever wrote these wanted the students to get used to weaving magic into ordinary learning.” Zerina perked up in my head. “Smart. Hide it in habit. That’s how they trained young minds.”