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I had no Idea. Then Kie stepped up to me with his gift, It was a beautifully crafted, leather-bound book. The cover was adorned with intricate, silver runes that shimmered in the light, and the pages were filled with stories, poems, and songs that Kie had collected from our adventures together. The book was titled "Whispers of Love," and it was a testament to the special bond between us. As I opened the book, the pages revealed memories, laughter, and tears we had shared, all woven into a tapestry of words that spoke directly to my heart. "Thank you, love, I love it!" I said kissing him.

She gave Sabrina a smile and then out of thin air a thick, crumbling old book appeared in her hand. “Thank you priestess,” Sabrina muttered, and the young woman gave a nod and disappeared among the shelves again. “I asked the priestesses if they could find something about the blood bond a long time ago,” she continued. “And priestess Saskia finally found something in this book,” Asher and I glanced at the big old book and the bold golden letters printed on it. It was in Latin, so of course, we couldn’t read it. Sabrina flipped the pages and then halted at a bookmarked one, pointing to the tiny words.

"I need you, Liana. I need you more than anything." She hugged me again, and we stayed like that for a long time, crying and holding onto each other with all our strength. "I love you, Draco," she whispered in my ear. "I will always love you.I always have. " And then the turmoil began, the dreamworld crumbling around us.As we embraced, the dream shifted, and the surroundings became more mystical and magical. The sky turned dark, and a sudden wind started to blow, as if the elements themselves were responding to our reunion.

Peter must be keeping Alexis busy with a bedtime story. Musing, she began lining the stones up. What had she seen in his eyes? Did he love her? One by one she recited the old saying. ‘He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.’ On the twenty-fourth stone she stopped. ‘He loves me not!’ *** rley.’ She looked up as Alexis threw her a cherry. He’d been standing there watching her. ‘Catch.’ He smiled that devastating smile at her. ‘He loves you, very much.’ His words were said slowly, and simply because he meant them.

When his eyes met hers, she saw it—the truth neither of them wanted to speak. This was the last time. “I love you,” she said. Her voice cracked. “I know.” His smile was blood and sorrow. They kissed once, desperate, a tether burned into eternity. Then Autumn ran. Up the tower. Through smoke and shattered stone. To the altar where the rift first cracked open. She drew the dagger. Drove it into her palm. The Book opened beside her, glowing again, its silver light flooding the tower. For the first time since the frost, it lived.

“This was supposed to be your Valentine’s gift, but everything went to shit and I completely forgot.” Draven glanced at it, still grinding against her. “What the hell am I supposed to do with a book? Don’t bore me, Selene. I’m so goddamn horny.” He kissed her neck harder, squeezing her breasts. “Calm down,” she laughed, “The gift is what’s inside.” He took the book from her hands. “Her Price, His Obsession,” he read aloud. “What’s in it?” Selene opened to chapters 15 and 16, then passed it back to him.

It was incredibly difficult to discern that went on in that century old heart of hers. I stretched out and received it from her. "That's not all," she spun around, and grabbed a book off the table. She held it out to me again, and I didn't hesitate to take it from her hand. "As promised, I have given you the Crimson heart. And that..." She pointed at the weighty book in my hand. "That's a grimoire, containing research on the blood moon oath. If you go through it diligently, you might find a way to break it without any other kind of substitutions."

The cover was adorned with intricate, silver runes that shimmered in the light, and the pages were filled with stories, poems, and songs that Kie had collected from our adventures together. The book was titled "Whispers of the Stars," and it was a testament to the special bond between us. As I opened the book, the pages revealed memories, laughter, and tears we had shared, all woven into a tapestry of words that spoke directly to my heart. "Thank you, love, I love it!" I said kissing him too.

The Chapter-Titled Being, the thing made of every failure, loomed above her, raising its quill again. Liora clutched her blank book. Her lips trembled. And she whispered, “I loved.” The world paused. Not from force. From truth. “I loved,” she repeated, louder. “And I was loved. Once.” The sentence across her chest cracked, Hairline fractures in black fire, Ashen’s mark flared to life along her spine. And the Inkblade silent until now exploded back into her hand, summoned not by fury, but by memory. Kael’s hands. Ashen’s voice. Liolai’s breath against her neck when she slept. Liora stood. The wound still pulsed. But it no longer dictated, She held her book in one hand, her blade in the other.

But he was gone, no longer posted at the large desk covered in papers at the front doors. "That's no way for a Princess to speak," the librarian muttered. He had appeared next to her without a sound. Aynyra jumped in her seat before seeing an old book he held out to her from his old robe. His hand looked like a corpse, pale, blue and incredibly skinny. Aynyra slowly took the book before reading the title, 'A guide to Love Potions'. "How did you?" When she looked up again, he was gone. He had given her the perfect book—what a strange encounter.