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I mutter under my breath, moving toward the boxes. I open the veggie deluxe and the smell intensifies. It's still warm, cheese perfectly melted, vegetables roasted just right. My favorite. I take a slice, telling myself it's not giving in. It's just being practical. The pizza is here, I'm hungry, wasting food is irresponsible. This doesn't mean anything. From behind Liam's closed door, I can hear the music more clearly now—definitely classical. Piano with strings, something melancholy and beautiful. Something I wouldn't have expected from the cocky guy who showed up with professional movers and designer furniture.

Yet here I was, forced to swallow the unimaginable. Satisfied that she had quenched a thirst I never had, Selene pressed a book into my hands. One glance at the cover made my heart sink. Trolls. Of course it had to be trolls. In that instant, I understood Kael’s disdain for the entire franchise. This girl’s obsession was unlike anything I had ever witnessed. It coated her world—her words, her shelves, even the Princess Poppy hair ties woven into her braids. She could walk into a boardroom tomorrow and sell their brand better than any professional, all without knowing she was doing it.

I didn't want them to do something that would upset them. "Wait, Poppy," Lestat said. I could tell she was scared by her facial expression. Lestat walked, picked up a book from the nightstand, and held it out for her. "I believe this is yours," Lestat said as he held her journal out for her to take. "You don't have to worry. I didn't read it," Lestat said "Thank you," Poppy said with a smile, but Lestat didn't respond, and Lilly and Poppy went to find their rooms.

Nicholas called Tobias, crying as he pleaded, "Daddy… I miss Mommy. Can you bring her home?" Meanwhile, Tobias was in no state to respond. He was holding the mate bond dissolution document that Matthew had just handed him as he teetered on the edge of a complete breakdown.

"Annie, look at you. You've been so busy handing out milkshakes that you haven't even had a sip yourself! Go on, have a sip." I took the milkshake from my roommate's hand and brought the straw up to her lips. "No, Sienna, you should drink it. I bought this to welcome you, after all." Annie Redwood waved her hands quickly, pushing the milkshake back toward me. However, I saw how her eyes lingered on my lips, unable to hide the anticipation as she waited for me to take a sip.

But I couldn’t help it, I wanted to understand why I was like this. So the both of us stood awkwardly in front of the massive library doors not knowing where to go from here. Poppy was nervously scratching her head looking around in fear. “If someone catches us… if the king hears of this—” I gave her a look. “Nobody will see us, no worries. I’ll be very fast, okay?” Poppy nodded as I held her hand. “Okay. Your Highness, quickly go in. I’ll guard the door. If you hear me make a bird sound, it means run.”

Whom he never knew that it was his own brother, Cryp. There were some doubt to the former grandmaster's death since Terry loved his brother and she was loyal to him. How could she kill her brother with no reason? When Zero entered Terry's chamber, one of the books in the shelf was slit. It was an electronic box that took Zero to open for more than 3 days. It contained the letter of Terry telling his brother, the grandmaster that Cryp had been planning a death kill and she was going to stop him. However it went the wrong way and both of them were killed by Cryp.

I hissed. I ran at Silas. I didn't use a punch or a kick. I grabbed the leather-bound book from my pocket. It was still glowing with the purple and green light from the last chapter. I didn't throw it at him. I shoved the blue microchip, the one I had pulled from the Bryan-machine into the spine of the book. BZZZZT. The book didn't just grow this time. It opened a hole in the air. A massive, black vacuum started to suck in the gray dust. It was a "Delete" command, but it wasn't coming from the sky. It was coming from me.

Forbiden fruit. It just popped into my mind, and I'm really annoyed right now. I closed the book with its heavy cover making a 'buk' sound amongst the silence of the library. My eyes widened as the click of the library door hit my ears, and, as if my mind had bewitched him, Nicholas de Sanctis stepped inside.

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