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She furrows a brow, asking, "how so?" "I was already angry about Emilia running off and ruining our plans," he explains. "I felt as though the carpet was being ripped out from under me when the arrangement I had worked so hard to create to my liking was just... gone. And although I know it wasn't the case, and that it was an irrational thought, but I felt as though your family was trying to play some sort of trick on me with their surprising offer of a 're-arrangement'. I didn't want to be made a fool of."

He had an irritated expression, “I’m a busy man Miss Dubois. I have work to do. You’re on my time now. This is a business arrangement, nothing more. I’ll let you know when I can fit you in.” She nodded and bit her tongue. Well, thanks for making that crystal fucking clear, she mused. He’d just pencil her in for fucking when it was convenient to his schedule. Perhaps she should book an appointment with his secretary. She turned her back and left the room quietly as she was expected to do. Well so far, this was turning out to be a fucking fairy tale indeed.

"When you moved your books." "You noticed that." "Three boxes. You arranged them by the order you wanted to return to them, not alphabetically." He paused. "Someone arranging books for easy access is staying." I looked at him. "You read my book arrangement," I said. "It was legible." He held my eyes. "I didn't say anything because I didn't want to make it a moment." "You let it be quiet." "It was a quiet thing." He paused. "The quiet things matter more."

I can still feel the maids eyeing me, but I didn't mind them anymore to not make them uncomfortable with me. And while looking around the shelf, I noticed something wrong so I went to check the other shelves as well with a creased forehead. I glanced at the maids who were back to doing their jobs and noticed that one of them is arranging the books in the same way. "Excuse me?" They stopped from moving just to face me. I frowned at them. "Why is it that all the books are arranged according to what year it's published instead of by titles?" I looked back at the book beside me. "This one, the Lycans History from the Vampires invasion, is two books away from book two of this title. Why is that?"

Silence. “I don’t.” said Kai. Jonas sighed. “The problem is that honest people can still be dangerous.” No one could reproach. Because that was true too. Aren looked through the library. On the shelves. On the clocks. Open doors. And suddenly he noticed something. Something that nobody had noticed before. The books. All the books were in perfect order. Not alphabetical. Not by author. Not by topic. After years. Every shelf was a year. 1901. 1902.