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"Hi, it seems you haven't noticed me yet, there is no other way I can explain your rude behavior. I am Grace Shanks, Venator Grace Shanks. " The look I got from Diccon Faust could only be seen as condescending. "Yes, very pleased," was all he said to me before turning back to Reese. "Is there any reason to believe that an incident might occur?" Why did he ask him the question now? "Not that we know of." Reese put his left hand back into his jacket pocket. I knew exactly that he was now holding his pack of cigarettes in his hand. But I also noticed how he gave me a look out of the corner of my eye. "But you can never have enough people who make sure that the proles do not pose a threat to any

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

Somehow. He stepped closer. One hand sliding the book back into place. “Excuse me,” he said. “Do you have the second book in this series?” His voice. She dropped the pen in her hand. It clattered on the counter. She didn’t pick it up. Her heart began to race. Her fingers trembled. She swallowed. “What?” she asked, blinking. “Which series?” He held up the spine. It was some contemporary mystery, a generic enough title. She could barely focus.

Moreover, there were books scattered throughout the office, and that alone was enough to pique her curiosity. She approached the bookshelf and reached for a novel. As she flipped it open, she read the blurb but soon found that the genre didn't appeal to her. Disappointed, she returned the book to its place. Her hand then landed on another book, and just as she was about to take it, a sound from Kalixo's computer on the desk caught her attention. Startled, she released the book but unintentionally triggered the click of a button hidden beneath it.

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Kira asked, snuggling closer and wrapping her arm around his waist. "Well…" Bryan started, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her deeper into the snuggle. "It is a suspenseful thriller with romance, action and so on. It's about a man who killed someone in self-defense and a female government agent. In a way, their fates collide. I haven't gone far, but it is an interesting read." "Sounds very intriguing. Maybe if you are done, then I will read it too." Kira suggested, her eyes closing as she got more comfortable and sleepy.

Then there were his psychology books and books on wilderness craft. His gaze fell on a small cluster of volumes of English literature, some that Faith had convinced him to try. While he couldn't bring himself to read them, he hadn't been able to part with them, either. The top shelf held an extensive collection of contemporary bestsellers, and it was one of those he chose, a mystery thriller, as he heard the first roll of thunder. "Yep, Bear, it seems like a 'dark and stormy night' kind of night." He gave the dog a pat as he settled down in his chair.

Suzanne popped another juicy piece of fruit into her mouth and mumbled, "Aren't you busy?" Ignoring her question, Nathan asked, "What book are you reading?" Suzanne picked up the book and showed it to him. "I randomly picked up a suspense novel. It's quite interesting." Nathan took the book, glanced at the title and synopsis, then casually placed it back on the table, his interest seemingly waning. After eating a few more pieces of fruit, Suzanne put down her fork and reached for her book. Suddenly, Nathan grasped her hand. Startled, Suzanne turned to look at him, her heart racing and cheeks flushing.

Sleep refused to come. My mind felt restless. Maybe there was something in this room that could help me remember. Slowly, I stood up. I began looking around. The bookshelf immediately caught my attention. Dozens of books filled the shelves. I pulled several out. There were history books, pack law books and training manuals. Then I noticed something else. There were fiction novels; thrillers, mysteries and crime novels. I blinked. Apparently, I enjoyed those. "I don't remember reading any of these."

French toast, strawberry chops and turkey slices. And a can of coke. Unusual! "Something like what?" He asked, leaning back. "urrrrgh," I scanned the room until my eyes fell on the bookrack in front of me. "This!" I pull out one of the novels. “Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough,” he said immediately, without even glancing at it. He could tell which of the books were missing by just looking at the rest on the rack. “You read it?” There's suspicion in his tone.