Worshipping His Human Luna
It concentrated heavily around a small, newly opened bookstore on the corner.
Jax kept his distance, slipping silently into the darkened alcove of a closed bakery across the street. He watched the glowing storefront with unblinking focus.
The hanging wooden sign above the door read *The Bound Page*.
Inside, the warm glow of fairy lights and brass reading lamps illuminated the cozy space.
Jax’s gaze locked instantly onto the figure moving behind the front counter.
She was completely unaware of the predator watching her.
She was beautiful in an understated, frustratingly ordinary way—soft, slightly disheveled hair, determined eyes, and an aura of quiet, stubborn independence. She was stacking
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