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They haven't even gotten to know each other well, isn't it strange to have a close conversation like this to talk about Yesran's move? Yesran smiled a little. "It seems that the rats on the campus roof also know the news." After saying that Yesran looked down again to read the book on the table. "The most important part of the book is on the last page," Zane said suddenly, causing Yesran to look up and look back. "Maybe by reading that you'll get answers to all the questions in your head." Yesran began to feel strange. Zane said as if he knew what Yesran wanted to know from this book.

“I asked if you talked to him.” My chest tightens again. My fingers dig into the fabric of my dress. I feel my pulse hammering against my skin. Zane studies my face carefully, watching every twitch, every blink. “You’re nervous,” he says quietly. “I just want to go home.” “Not yet.” My breath stutters. Zane pulls open his drawer and places a small black notebook on the table. He flips it open to a page. “Ray’s handwriting,” he says. “Recognise it?”

Something about that settled in my chest in a way I hadn't expected. Not satisfaction. Not revenge. Something more like clarity. The specific calm of understanding a situation completely — knowing what it was, knowing what it meant, knowing what came next without needing to rush toward any of it. I looked at Zane across the fire. He was reading something. A small worn book, the kind that had been read so many times the spine had given up. He held it the way people held things they had owned a long time, without thinking about holding it. "What is that," I said.

Thankfully we successfully managed to escape Melissa, or else Zane would not have forgiven me. “And what exactly do you think we will do here?” I slanted him a bored look as he slowly got out of the car, grunting as he did because of the pain. But his grunts affected in ways it shouldn’t. But I couldn’t avoid the way my panties were soaking wet because the entire ride Zane was being playful and flirty. I swear this man could look hot, even if his body is burnt. I mean… how unfair could goddess be? “I will rest for sometime, you can do whatever you want. If you want to go home, you can. Since it's getting pretty dark,” he said and I frowned at him.

“I’ll go with you. But if you slip up again, I’ll kick your ass.” Zane’s grin widened. “That would be kind of hot, actually.” “I mean it, Zane.” “I know, I know.” Zane followed me around the corner to the next row of bookshelves. I began scanning the “S” section, and pulled out a title on soothsayer practices, which I added to the pile. Zane quirked a brow at me as I dropped the stack of books I was holding onto a nearby table. I’d collected more than five tonight, and intended to read them all. He picked up the most recent one and read the back with a curious expression.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” Without another word, Zane completely dismissed Andrew’s existence. He turned on his heel and began to slowly walk around our ruined living room, his sharp, golden eyes scrutinizing every single surface. He dragged a gloved finger over a charred bookshelf, picked up a broken piece of pottery, and overturned a burnt cushion, searching for clues with an irritatingly calm demeanor.

" Renee rushed forward to yank the door open, but I stopped her. Then I took a deep breath—not to steady my nerves, but to make sure my voice came out cold and steady. When I opened the door, Zane stood there looking pathetic in the night air. His hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a clear handprint on his cheek. The moment he saw me, it was as if he had spotted his lifeline. He lunged forward and tried to pull me into his arms, but I stepped aside, and his hands froze midair. As he stumbled back, his eyes were full of hurt and disbelief. "Sadie… a-are you really doing this to me?" he stammered. "Listen to me—Cassie is just an intern. S-She's just too young to know any b

Caleb's POV ~ I crack an eyelid open only to hiss and slap a hand over my face immediately. A sharp beam of light already pierce through the gap in the curtains and is stabbing directly into my pupil. My head feels heavy but I sit up and swiftly look over at the small bed in the corner. Zane is nowhere to be found. The sheets are pulled up neat which means he’s been up for a long time. Is Zane avoiding us? I assume it's just because Cade told Zane we have our scary bone-breaking training today.

Her cheeks were flushed. “You’re dirty”, she muttered, her voice strained with longing. “ You like it.” She couldn’t lie. Instead, she reached down, palmed me through my pants, squeezing just hard enough to make my knees lock. “Your turn to get naked.” I unbuttoned my shirt my eyes never straying from hers… My pants went next and then my briefs was gone in seconds. My cock came out, heavy and dripping at the end as i stood before her tall and proud. Zoe’s gaze dropped, her lips parting again. “Julian,” she whispered. “Did you get bigger?…”

Terrence took the books from Zane before he could stop him, annoyed as he looked at the titles. “All of these are relationship books,” Terrence said slowly, raising his eyebrow as he looked at the big one about how to romance a woman. “Yeah? So what?” Zane snapped and took the books back angrily. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Blake said, sounding a bit hurt. “I’m not,” Zane admitted. “Then why the books?” Marcus asked curiously. Zane wasn’t going to let his brothers make him feel foolish for buying self-help books. At least he knew he needed help. Terrence had been lucky to get a wife like Christine, and Blake and Marcus were too busy with work to care about anything except hookin