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I was relieved to see there were no men here, at least if there was going to be a man he should be gay and we all agreed to that. We were six. Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favorite books and rant about how JK Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club we were a sisterhood. Lexi's mystery thriller novel will be out next month and I'm so happy for her, there's no room for jealousy or spite because as women who moan over hot fictional characters like Christian Grey we can not bash each other all we have is lov

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I try not to revel in his mortification too much. Nah, that’s a lie … I fucking love it. You can practically see the smoke shooting out of his ears as the gears grind in his mind. He opens his mouth, but the young ones are faster. “Who wrote the book?” Lili asks, furthering Axel’s discomfort. I gasp, but steer clear of this hornet’s nest he landed in. He pants like a fish out of water, but River, again, is more zippier than him.

“Guys, isn’t Flora the only possible suspect here, I mean who else will want to take the book” Everyone stared at Flora intensively. “What?, can you hear yourself right now?” Flora fired back at her. “How the fuck am I going to steal a book if I’m locked up?” “Guys, I think we need to calm down and think deep” I sighed pacing around the room. “Who will like to steal the book? Who else do you think the book will benefit?” Winter folded her arms and walked closer to the cell Flora was caged. “Isn’t it obvious?” Her eyes were focused on Miss Flora.

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When you stay alone for as long as I did, what better way is there to spend part of your time so you won't feel alone? I clear my throat. "What is the book about?" I say, pointing to his hands. "It's about a man who has to decide between saving his wife or his newborn son in a fire outbreak." I wince. That sounds harsh. Only if I understood French. I ran my hands over the front cover, mulling over what I was about to say next. "Can I ask you a question?" "Isn't that what you've been doing since we got to France?" "I meant something personal this time."

It took her a while to answer. "I-It's Alpha's favorite book! Right?!" She shouted then asked the girl beside her. "That's r-right…" Oh really? You're so obvious. Tch. "How did I steal it?" I saw her face become pale. "W-why are you asking?!" "Why not? Isn't it just right to ask the 'witnesses' about the 'crime' that I did?" I made sure that I emphasize the words witness and crime. "Isn't that right?" I asked the man that's with them.

"Let's find out who has the damn book. That will answer everything." He dropped the crystal into a bronze bowl, placed the pink handkerchief beneath it, and lit three black candles. He opened his hands over the flame and spoke clearly: "Book of mine, lost from hand, Bound by spell and ancient brand. Who now holds you, thief or kin? Whose heart beats while your pages spin? Reveal to me, through fire and smoke, Break her lies, undo the cloak. From ink to skin, from soul to thread, Show who holds you in their bed.

I said, and his eyes widened. “What? I’ve read this book repeatedly.” His words confused me, and all I could think of was another ruse to lure me into believing he had changed. But there was a voice in my head that urged me to stay, and what harm could come from discussing a book? I thought to myself. “What is your favorite part of the book?” I asked, and he opened his mouth to speak, then I decided to lay a trap. “Did you think it was right for her to end up with Bruno?” I asked, and he scoffed.

And then — she found them. A warehouse in Montenegro. A man in a grey coat. A boy with Camellia’s brother’s eyes walking under camera surveillance. Camellia packed a bag. She didn’t tell anyone. Not even Sophie. In the middle of the night, Alexander found Sophie reading by the fire. A simple book: Letters to a Young Citizen. “I have a question,” he said. “Ask.” “What happens when the fire doesn’t need us anymore?” Sophie closed the book. “Then we finally did something right.”