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she added without waiting for a reply. "Aunty hand bag , go and read your books. I wonder how you will pass your exams"Her mother bawled. They talked for what seems like forever before Hussain entered his mother's room. He greeted her happily. "Hussain, why didn't you tell your wife about the journey" his mother scolded him.

"Thomas is already in the library. Come on." I followed him through the familiar corridors, trying to ignore how easily my feet remembered the way. The library doors were partially open, warm lamplight spilling into the hallway. Thomas was pacing between the bookshelves, his face tight with worry. When he saw me, relief washed over his features.

I had to take action soon. At the end of the day, as I was saying goodbye, I plucked up the courage and asked Thomas to show me the library. It was an excuse to be alone with him, but also an opportunity to see what he kept in his domains. With a smile, he agreed and led us inside. As soon as we entered the library, the smell of old books and polished wood enveloped me. The room was imposing, with floor-to-ceiling bookcases full of leather-bound volumes. But what really caught my eye were some framed photos on the central table.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.

Sitting back heavily and clearly disappointed. “Thomas!” I growled. “ what did you find?” “Ya so there’s hundreds of old ass books in there.” He waved the now half eaten jerky like a wand in the direction he came from. “And I found all these journals.” I began rubbing my index fingers around my temples. Thomas is a good soldier but I have no idea how Aiden puts up with his rambling. “This one…” he said flipping the journal open on the table in front of us, “Miss Evens talks about living in some creepy mansion 500 years ago!”

If someone wanted something from the other side, they would need to walk all the way to the end. Miracle scanned the list of book references hung at the information counter. History, history, history—her eyes lingered on the titles. And they soon fell on the librarian as he stopped tapping the keyboard, responding to her presence. "Yes? How may I help you?" he offered his assistance. "Oh, hey." Staring at his black lanyard, she looked for his name. "Thomas? May I know where can I get history books?" "History?" His elbow slipped, knocking the plastic mug off the table and onto the floor. "Oh shit!"

Thomas has clearly proven that he does not want me and Sarah and I were not in the best of relationships. The meeting ended hours later and as the Alphas begin to take their leave away from the council one after the other, Williams turned his attention to me. "I want to show you something." He said, extending his hands. I took his hands and we both stepped out of the council to the hallway As I walked side by side with him, every subjects that passed by, acknowledged our presence. "I have a library, I would love for you to come and see some of my book collection." I noticed the excitement in his eyes and realized he must really love his books.

I again made my way inside the library and sat behind my desk waiting for this important secret. Thomas waved his hands and an old leather bound book fell on my desk. It opened on its own and I wasted no time reading the faded black lettering inside. The first page told of a way to neutralize a winter faerie’s magic. I looked up surprised at Thomas who was grinning from ear to ear. He made the book disappear again and with his blue eyes twinkling said,” Now you know what to do my king.”

I was enjoying every bit of time, chatting with Rory. I wondered when Lazarus would be returning, though I didn't ask. "Are you okay?" I asked, as an afterthought. He nodded and played with his fingers. A thought popped into my mind, at that moment. "What about Thomas?" I asked, taking another glance at the stoic looking handsome Alpha at the other end of room. "Thomas? His story is quite.... unbelievable." Although Rory lowered his voice to a whisper, Thomas raised his head from the magazine, and threw a hard stare at us.

She was writing his story. Not a document. Not a brief. A story. The kind that carried the person rather than just the work. Thomas at a dinner table in London in the seventies. Thomas calling his brother from Geneva. Thomas coming home and telling her mother that the salt went on at the end. Thomas writing forty pages and making a frame and leaving a letter for whoever came next. She wrote for an hour.