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"I'm not saying that to push you toward a conclusion. I'm saying it so that when you're sitting with what I just sent you, you know what my read is. The read of someone who has been following evidence for twenty years." "Thank you," I said. After the call I sat at the kitchen island and waited for the documents to come through. They arrived in a secure file transfer, eleven pages. I opened them and read slowly, the way my father had taught me to read things that mattered — not scanning for the conclusion but following the logic, the sequence, the shape of what the document was trying to do.

“I can read human language. Why did she give it to you?” “Oh, she said that it would help improve my relationship with Varick. It was like a guide book just like Lenalee’s journals. She said it was called Kama-sut-or something like that.” “You want me to translate that for you?” Phineas gleefully offered. My face brightened. “Please do! Anything that could help with Varick!” I handed him the book as he accepted it. “Woah, this is one thick book! Let me read first.” He started flipping the pages and his eyes scanned meticulously word by word.

Everything. She read it all. She read it in order, from the beginning, the way her great-grandfather's margin note required. She read it without looking away from any of it, including the parts that were about her and the parts that were about people she loved and the parts that were about the man she was going to have to stand in front of in eight days and speak all of this aloud.

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I still have a few months of my Luna training. I still have a lot to learn but I am pretty confident in my abilities and I know it will get easier with time. My phone buzzed and I checked. I smiled when I saw that Hillan texted me. “Here is the p*f of what I told you about. Will bring the physical copy when I visit.” His text read. I downloaded the file and clicked on it. My eyes widened when I saw that it had four thousand pages. Four freaking thousand. That’s a lot of pages to read. I quickly texted back a thank you and clicked the file again.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

The one I'd signed in Ezra's study the night of the rehearsal dinner with shaking hands and a bleeding scalp and the desperate certainty that any door was better than the one Julian had locked behind me. I'd read it before. Quickly. In crisis. Scanning for the basics. Names, dates, terms of the arrangement. I hadn't read it the way I read financial documents because it wasn't a financial document. It was a lifeline. You don't scrutinize a lifeline. You grab it.

incomprehensible somehow. "That's nonsense." He glared at me. "No, it is called a condition. Just memorize it and don't question it." I narrowed my sight at him but all he did was roll his eyes to the side. I started reading the thick book which humans called a dictionary that contained all words they use. Lansford said that if I memorize its content, I would be able to understand what was written on each document he would give me. But to be honest, even if I had good memorization skills, I would not be able to keep all these words in my mind if I was given only one day to read them.

and the accompanying formula, and calculate what I'm going to take away from this union. Almost fifty pages, and I read the whole thing. I was going crazy for so many pages in a contract, not that I wanted your money. With my status as a college dropout, it's not surprising that reading it for the most part was like reading in another language, at which point I wanted to beat the shit out of me. If my adrenaline wasn't continually pumping through my system from the looks Creighton kept giving me, I probably would have fallen asleep. Regardless, I'm cautiously confident that I understand enough that I'm not missing anything glaring.

I said. "Since before breakfast," she said. "Luna," I said. "I needed to read everything," she said. "Not just what Serin summarized. The actual materials. You cannot understand the full shape of what something has been doing by reading someone else's summary of it. You have to read the thing itself." "And what have you found," I said. She reached into the stack and she pulled out the small book that had been at the center of the table. It was slim. Illustrated. The kind of book made for very young children, for the earliest years of school.