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Cara shifted the folder she was holding to Galatia, while Gabe gave his grandmother his own. The woman opened the folder, carefully checking everything, then she finally opened the page where the pictures were and after looking at it for a few minutes, she furrowed her brows in confusion and gasped. “This isn’t right. This can’t be, or can it?”

she said, looking at me “and you speak Latin” “Yes” I said, watching as she handed me another scroll. “Then you can read this. I know that I could read it out loud, but you might not really believe or want to trust me; therefore, I believe that it is better that YOU read it” she said, and I nodded. Natalia kept her eyes on me, studying my expression as we both saw an arena. The arena looked much like the Roman Coliseum, but instead of what the stories and histories said about MEN being the ones fighting. There were centaurs, ogres, witches, vampires who the pictures portrayed with blood coming out of their mouths, even men with heads of wolves.

She couldn’t help but ask, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Because as much as I hate you- hate this arrangement, and as much as I’d like to deny it, you are a Castelli now.” He admits through a forced smile, the reminder of the position he found himself in as a husband tightening his body with frustration. “And Castelli’s don’t stand for disrespect.” Liviana blinks, eyes traveling back to the book that after another moment’s hesitation, she finally takes, eyes finding the empty pages once more.

"It's Alexander, thank you. You may proceed." "So, according to the book which I told you about. It's called the Galaxus. It was compiled by ancient idols and spirits and poltergeists and many more. We had from Jove, Poseidon, and damn, I even got from the goddess of wisdom, Athene..." "Just cut to the chase, will you?"

"You knew when you wrote the note on Monday that the gala would be more than the three pieces." "I knew the gala would be more than three pieces, cara. I didn't know it would be Caine asking you to dance. That is new as of nine this morning." "How many pieces is the gala going to be?" Cosima looked at Margaret. Margaret looked at Eleanor. Eleanor looked at me.

"It contains names, locations, and secrets that would be catastrophic in the wrong hands. Because of that, all three copies of the book have been spelled. Only a mage can see the text. To anyone else, it appears as a blank ledger or simply doesn't exist to their eyes at all." I dropped it off and came back to sit, but the woman was already moving again. "Actually, let’s go to the gardens," she said. I didn't ask questions. I just followed her out of the library. As we passed the kitchens and the dining hall, the rich, savory smell of roasting meat and fresh herbs wafted up to me. My stomach let out a treacherous, loud rumble. Goddess, I am hungry. I haven't had breakfast yet.

She froze. When did that get there? Then she saw it—her handwriting. “Help… Moon Goddess.” ***************** It might have seemed like an eternity, but finally, the Gala had arrived. The entire pack buzzed with excitement, whispering and giggling in anticipation. The hall shone brightly, styled with rich elegance. A silver chandelier shimmered overhead while soft neon lights danced around the room. It was empty for now, but maids and servants moved busily, arranging and finalizing every single detail.

“I didn’t realize—” “Oh Mireille,” Celeste cut in lightly, tilting her head, “did you decide which sitting arrangement we’re going with for the east wing? The circular layout or the long table?” Mireille turned to her at once, attention shifting like a switch had been flipped. “The long table,” she replied. “It photographs better.” “Of course,” Celeste said, smiling. “Always thinking ahead.” They spoke like I wasn’t there. Like the decision about where I would sleep had already been filed away as done.

“Leo, this is absolutely stunning!” “I’m glad you like it, Love.” “Thank you so much babe. It’s more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” “You’re welcome, Love.” Everywhere Amber looked a new, sweet detail caught her eye. Like the garlands of flowers strung across the back wall with a row of miniature princess gowns pinned across it, each more beautiful than the last. The room was covered in flowers almost as if they’d never come in from the garden at all. Behind the food table looked like a moss-covered tree, it branched out into the room and had a white swing draped from its branches. Amber recognized the little prince swinging from it as Leo’s cousin Xavier. He’d been scrubbed and

They were arranged in meticulous order with each one carefully cataloged. Mia couldn't help smiling as she looked at the careful arrangement, it was clearly the work of a gentle hand that loved beauty. She couldn't help wondering who had taken out time to design the library. The scent of old books and leather filled her nostrils, and she could almost feel the weight of the knowledge contained within them.