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But it was the message written across the man's bare chest that made Casie's blood run cold. *The Blackwood Heir Returns.* Rick followed her gaze. "Blackwood? Like you? That can't be coincidence." "No," she managed, her voice carefully controlled. "It's not." "You want to tell me what's going on?" Rick's tone was measured, but she could hear the hurt beneath it. "First these ritual killings, then your mysterious contact, now this? What aren't you telling me, Casie?"

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

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There was a small dish on the windowsill filled with small, fish-shaped biscuits and she grinned, really not picking Mason as a cat person. The room itself was all dark wood and leather, a typical male space. Bookshelves lined the wall on either side of an enormous flatscreen television, but they weren’t filled with books. Correction, they weren’t lined with just books. She walked over and curiously ran her finger along the spines of some of her favorite novels and got a little thrill when she saw that he had the complete series of A.A. Abernathy books. Below the books were pristine covers of various video games, all by the same company, Black Sheep Software and Games.

He figured why risk going back to the Black Hole Café after what happened only a few hours ago? He sat at the counter and ordered some food. But he wasn’t the only one there at the counter. The most delicious blond human sat beside him reading a book while she ate her own food. He couldn’t see the title of the book until he looked into the reflection of the napkin holder. Okay, that was a surprise. The book cover looked nothing like the woman that sat beside him. It clearly was something steamy and if he wasn’t mistaken but there was a wolf in the background with the moon. Either werewolves or monsters fascinated her in relation to romance. Or she knew they existed and thought, those books a

The subterranean fortress of the North European Black Rose headquarters sat like a prehistoric behemoth buried beneath the frozen skin of Iceland. Outside, the world was a monochromatic void of white and absolute black, the polar night refusing to yield to a sun that had long since forgotten this latitude. Massive drifts of snow, hardened into crystalline armor by the screaming arctic winds, concealed the titanium plating of the bunker. Only the occasional hiss of steam from the ventilation shafts—rising like the ghostly breath of a sleeping dragon—betrayed the life pulsating deep within the permafrost.

he points at her with his chin, expressionless, “didn't you want to join our group? There is the proof.” I swallow a bitter breath when I reach for it and study it, without a doubt it is the same bracelet that the Zanni subjects had. “Why black?” “I really don't know.” He dives into the pages of his new book of the week and surprisingly it is not the one he read yesterday. Had I already finished it? For sure yes. His title was somewhat ironic; The Darkest Book of Cheap Poetry.