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But when I see the title of the first book on top, I gasp and rush towards it. Absent-mindedly, I sit on the chair and bring it closer to the desk. My hands shake. Why do they shake? I pick the book which makes a bubble of emotions burst in me. "Gone with the wind." by Margaret Mitchell stares right back at me in its red hardcover beauty. My fingers trail each letter of the title as I stare in amazement. I open the book and a note falls from it to the table.

She pushed the book toward me, folding her arms, and said, “Read it.” I glanced up at her. “Why?” “I knew I’d seen that necklace somewhere,” she said, tapping the page, which read, “The Hollow Bride” in curving script. “It’s been driving me crazy since the day I arrived. And then just now, looking at it in the light… Just read it.”

Life was better than it’d been the day before. I returned to the library later in the afternoon, only to find book two of the Inheritance series waiting on me in what had become our spot. No note sat with it, but a smile spread across my face, anyway. It wasn’t an official sign of forgiveness, but she was interacting with me. My bones loosened at the joints, and I finally relaxed. I whistled as I strolled home that evening. It took me until Wednesday evening to finish Eldest. After I returned it to our spot Thursday morning, book three was waiting for me by the time I left work. But this one—this one!—had a note with it.

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

Penelope had gone back to her room to take a short nap. She finished the book she held and shut it. Walking slowly towards the large bookshelf, she dropped it and picked another one. "Taming her wild heart." She read the title out loud. Her eyes lit up at the erotic book cover. It was a picture of a man with dark hair and dreamy eyes. A blonde haired woman straddled him on a bed, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. The picture reminded her of Henry and the intimate moment they shared in the bathroom some nights ago.

he said, his voice had an edge to it, but hopefully she didn’t notice. Alecia walked into the bookstore holding Ryder hand and glanced at the rows of books filling the oak bookshelves that reached to the ceiling. She had always wanted a large library and that thought didn’t seem so far off now. The scent of cocoa mixed with espresso floated in the air. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, soaking in the scent of cinnamon. Her library would have to have an espresso machine. “Get whatever you want,” Ryder said. She walked up to a bookshelf, and ran her hand on the back of the books. Her fingers stopped on the dark red spine of Gone With the Wind. She pulled it from the shelf. “This is m

“I love it!” “There’s more,” I said, unable to contain my smile. “Thea, you should come check out this one book.” Thea followed my gesture to an antique-looking book that was sticking ever so slightly out from the others. The spine read “The Secret Garden”. She stared at it, clearly confused. “Go ahead,” Elijah said with a grin. “Pull the book out and tell us what it’s about.” She frowned, clearly wondering why we were telling her to read old books when she just wanted to run around and play, but obliged. However, the book didn’t fully come out of the shelf—it extended halfway, and then a loud click came from behind it.

Even Elliot had left the beach house that morning. It was a bit strange, but she oddly liked the feeling of having the house to herself. Although the house was quite large and daunting, she had occupied herself all morning with the books Gabriel lent her and Emilia. He gave her at least five. They were all classics, he had mentioned while briefly apologising for them. Lori didn’t mind, she would read them all the same. Even though she was more of the contemporary novel type, she started on one of them and quite enjoyed it.

It would be so easy to get carried away and forget all about the books in her lap. Focus, stupid, focus. You can think about the hot guy making you dinner later. She flipped open the top book to the chapter she needed to read. Over the next hour, she pored over her books, working through the chapters and taking detailed notes. Nothing distracted her, not even the occasional noises from the kitchen. Finally it all went quiet, and she was done with her assigned readings. She tucked the books back in her bag and looked around the room. The lamps near the couch were now on, and night had taken over outside. The dining room table was set for two, and two plates of food were set out along with two