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Because if he were to use this truth to defeat Ramba, he would only say what suited him. Then, with a slow, sure gesture, he extended his finger. A flame appeared, dancing, threatening. He let the fire engulf the pages one by one, the words disappearing in the burning heat. The letters were fading. The secrets were turning to ashes. And when nothing remained, Kaelen watched the fragments fly away with the wind, scattering into the night. But he knew… He knew that other versions of the book existed somewhere. Perhaps forgotten, perhaps hidden, but still present. And sooner or later... The truth he had just destroyed would return. Whether through the book... Or through Alma herself. And when t

I gave him a glance doing my best to take as much of him in as possible from his handsome charcoal hair that flowed in sexy waves around his face to his chiseled jaw down past his broad shoulders and because I knew what was underneath most of that clothing I couldn’t help think of all those things I’d been allowed to see and my core begged to be near him but my mind told me I was walking towards an execution. As I rose and made the step up to stand in the middle of the Alpha and the High Priestesses I cringed in fear but was grateful to see the priestesses that would assist me to scutter behind the flowers waiting for me to be presented. “This is truly a great day and we welcome you as the

He held a glass vial that glowed with a sickly green light. ​"The bond is complete," the figure said, his voice amplified by magic. "Excellent. Now, the blood will be even more potent." ​The Alchemist had arrived. The Alchemist didn't attack. He simply watched. "Who are you?" Rhea demanded, stepping out of the pool, her shift clinging to her body, her eyes burning gold. "I am the architect of your evolution, Rhea," the Alchemist replied. He threw the vial into the center of the Moon-Pool.

That pride was my one hope. I looted the middle shelf of the west wall first. It seemed most untouched, most neglected. Nothing at first—ancient textbooks, account books, and fabricated stories only. And then I saw it. A thick book hidden behind a stack of herbal alchemy texts. The spine was worn, but the carved design into the leather glowed softly in the moonlight. Symbols. Old, witch-begotten.

It was a time when I had only seen Damien as some rude snob, a handsome one, but still a rude snob. I would go to the library to read some books. There were so many of them on interesting subjects like geography and science and magic of all kinds. It was in that book I had first come across the name Alira, who the books had described to be a legend at poisons and potions.

Adro raised his gaze back. "I think… I found something else, but... it's not so good." Seeing Grace's unstable eye movements, Adro tried to smile while briefly patting her back. "You can tell me. I prefer bitter truths over sweet lies." "This is a reliable article containing refutations of the book written by LJ. They conducted further investigations and found that the child kidnapper was a psychopathic alchemist illegally researching children's brains. They also found evidence that the alchemist was eventually caught and sentenced to death. They accused LJ of inserting lies into his writing to gain fame."