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And from the silence, a new voice began to speak—a voice that sounded like a thousand voices reading a single sentence in unison. "Chapter One: The Price of the Legacy."

His eyes widened in admiration as he carefully pulled out the novel I’d been reading—Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations. Before I could respond, Eleanor's voice from my phone hit my ear–I realized she had already picked up the call.

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Without giving a response, he reached for his bag- a small brown leather bag that was placed close to him on the floor. “Here,” it was a novel, and that made her gaze narrow on it, then slowly, their eyes locked. She hesitated, staring at it longer than expected, but after his hand fidgeted due to staying in an uncomfortable position for long, she reached for it. “It should help,” it was Damon's baritone voice. “Hope in the dark?” She asked, with her eyes fixed on the novel and a hint of confusion playing in her eyes. “By Rebecca Salnit, yes,” he completed, and a sip of the coffee followed. “You should try it out.”

His voice was low and even and completely present and she lay with her eyes closed and listened to it and let it do what it did. She asked him to read to her in the later hours. The island novel was in her bag. She had finished it the previous night, which she had not told him. He found it and looked at the last page and understood immediately and set it aside and she heard the sound of him reaching into the bag again and the opening of another book, the novel she had packed as a second option, and he found the first page and he read. His reading voice was different from his speaking voice, slightly more open, as though the borrowed language gave him permission to inhabit a register he did n

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

He'd never wanted to pin someone against a wall and fuck them senseless more in his entire life. Talon was chanting mine, mine, mine in his head like a drumbeat. He saw her slip into Aeron's study, and pressed beside the door, careful not to breathe too loudly. Aeron's voice rang out, effortlessly condescending. "Did you get the book?" Nova's soft voice followed. "Yes. But it's written in a language older than Lunaglyphs. I tried to read it." Aeron made a noise that was halfway between a sigh and an exasperated laugh.

She wouldn’t even entertain the chance to think about being near them. She quickly checked the messages on the phone, said goodbye to Mathew and Mike, again and turned it off. She pulled a book out of her purse and she didn't even notice when they took off. "What are you reading, if I may ask, ma’am?" Her companion's voice snapped her out from her ‘literature land’. She looked at him from behind the glasses. “A novel.” She replied but realized that she was being rude. "A book written by a well-known American adventure writer, Clive Cussler." She said in a slightly more pleasant tone.