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Lucian finally said, not looking up from his papers. My heart skipped nervously. "I... I didn't invite him. He just—" "I didn't ask," Lucian cut me off, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of something cold that made Emily curl into herself. He stood abruptly, walking to a cabinet beside his desk. When he turned, he was holding a stack of leather-bound books. "Make a hundred copies of this," he said, placing the heavy pack protocol handbooks in my arms. I staggered slightly under their weight. "A hundred?"

I rose from my feet in a hurry to catch up with the paper, I saw that it was what fell off and was being taken away by the wind. I reached for it, grabbing the piece of paper mid air and I immediately unfolded it. “The Book of Life, the witch's hand book….” the piece read. I frowned before my eyes widened and realization hit me like a ton of bricks. “This is a book title. Wait, does this mean…” I questioned no one, only imagining my best friend here in front of me right now.

I just lost and most of what I was. What could go wrong? “Take a seat” he gestured that train he called sofa. It was so large he could seat an entire football team on it. I did as he said and he came sit next to me, pulling that brown file one more time and handing me the papers. He told me to read it again and to tell him if there was something I wanted to change. We went silent again as I got to read every coma of both agreements. As soon as I lifted my eyes to meet his, he asked

My back aches, but I could spare a second to bow down to the elderly man. "How may I help you?" I asked him. He dug his hand inside the bag he carried. I wanted to run, but I know he won't be that foolish to kill me right in a public place. "Take." He gestured his hands forward with the book in his hand. "What is this?" I asked him, collecting the book from his hand. "It is a popular book that no one knows." He said. "What should I do with it?" I asked.

Estonia's eyes flickered towards a book next to her and she handed it to me, "Familiarise yourself with this.” I took the book from her hands, feeling the weight of it in my grip. The cover was worn, the pages thick and yellowed at the edges. Whatever was unsure had been used for years. "This contains everything you need to know," Estonia said, tapping the cover. "Guest lists, shipment records, schedules, codes, Study it. If someone asks you a question, you better have an answer.” I flipped the book open, scanning the first few pages. Names, dates, locations—everything was meticulously documented. This wasn’t just some ordinary ledger; it was a record of power, of control. A single mistake w

My fingers hovered over spines until I found what I wanted: a thick book bound in dark leather, the title stamped in faded gold. WOLF TRADITIONS & BONDS: A GUIDE FOR COUNCIL AND HOUSEHOLDS I lifted it off the shelf and stared at it for a full five seconds, because no part of me enjoyed the fact that this existed like it was a homeowner’s association handbook. I set it on the table and opened it. The first page had a handwritten warning in neat block script: THIS TEXT IS FOR PACK USE. DO NOT REMOVE FROM LIBRARY. Beneath it, someone had scribbled, smaller:

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

‘I have a book I’ve been really excited to show you, but it’s a first edition and is slightly worn down, so—‘ I stepped closer to him and took his hands in mine, gripping them tightly, ‘I will be as careful with it as possible, as if I were holding a vital organ in my hands, I promise.’ His smile was so pure and heartwarming, the excitement blooming on his face. I couldn’t help but mirror it, ‘What’s the book?’ He released my hands and reached up to grab the book, removing the protective sleeve he had covering it and placing it gently in my hands.

"What's to understand. A man humbles a woman, he takes care of that woman, in all ways, so now you're driving the Merc instead of that piece of shit truck. I'll have one of the guys bring it out here from the house by knock off time." "But what if I scratch it..." "So the fuck what, it's a car, just make sure you don't get scratched up... Forget about the ride. Where's that book of yours?" My face heated up, he has got to be kidding. "You can't read my book." "Don't want to. We do this we're doing it my way, and I don't want someone else's guidelines in your head, so hand it over." I dug in my bag and gave him the book with a little huff.

“Then… I found something shocking.” My hand shot forward before I even realized it, trembling slightly. Imani’s own hand shook as she placed the book carefully in my palms. My fingers closed around it, still unsteady, my mind racing. I glanced at her, then at Mila. Mila’s eyes met mine, and she bowed gently, giving me the go-ahead. Slowly… I opened the book. Page by page, I turned it with a reverence I had never given anything in my life. And then, in a single instant, something caught my attention and I saw it.