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She shook her head at her family when they all laughed, the tension that had been running through them dissipating as they all stared at Daniel. "Where would we even buy all this stuff?" Clary asked, her eyes lingering on the book list. She was intrigued by the potion book, wondering if they had the same potions in this other dimension or if she could learn anything new from it. "I haven't got a clue, but I'd like to get my hands on that Art of Defense book," Damon said, wondering who this guy was and what qualified him to write a book about defense, maybe he was some bigshot fairy in this other dimension. It sounded fascinating and he was always looking for new techniques.

My eyes lit up and I immediately forgot about his wardrobe and went in that direction instead. Books. Several books. They were neatly arranged. The first line was filled with historical books. Mostly about our origin and conquests. The other parts were filled with sci-fi, fantasy books, comics and thrillers. I never knew Damon to be an avid reader. I guessed I judged the book by its cover. A particular book caught my eyes. It was at the end of the shelf. I knelt and pulled it out. It was heavy. I turned the book over to read the title.

My palm pressed against my chest, trying to still the rapid thumping of my heart, trying to anchor myself in reality. It was a book I’d seen raved about online. Reviews called it brilliant, seductive, thrilling. So when I asked Dante to have someone pick it up for me, I hadn’t expected… this. I had no idea I was requesting something so vividly erotic, so brazenly explicit.

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Davina walked to the kitchen, grabbing another bottle of water, and she left for her room. She moved to the top floor, going past Cameron's office, the door was opened and the lights were still on. Davina ambled in to find only an empty office but no Cameron. She moved closer to the bookshelves, running the tip of her fingers across the books in standing. She had never been the type that's into reading, maybe she was when she was much younger but things changed, times also changed. She had to grow up and take a liking to weapons and keeping herself alive. Her hand rested on a familiar book, _The Realm of Ashes_ she recognized it, it has always intrigued her but never really read it.

His gaze preoccupied with skimming his latest possible purchase. Faintly he heard Drew sigh in exasperation, but he paid him no mind. Too busy making sure the book had as much quality as it perceived to have. Once he was satisfied that the boy, albino and so utterly unique, would take a liking to it, the book was snapping shut with a thud. “We can go now, I’ve definitely decided on this one.” Drew was staring at him, face cautious when he fell into stride next to him. “You’re positive this time? You think he’ll like the genre?”

I told him about the bookstore, about the customers who came in looking for very specific recommendations. "There was this woman yesterday who wanted a romance where the hero is a villain but not in a sexy way. Just actually terrible." Daemon's lips twitched. "Did you find her one?" "I recommended Wuthering Heights. She looked horrified." "Accurate, though." "Right? Heathcliff is the worst. But people romanticize him anyway." "People romanticize a lot of things they shouldn't." The way he said it made me look at him more closely. There was something in his expression—something almost vulnerable beneath the usual control.

Colin comes in, a wave of surprise hits me, but before I can say anything, Shawn follows him in. “You're here already, Eva.” Colin said, acknowledging me, a wide smile on his lips. “Not too long ago.” I replied, returning the smile. I sneak a glance at Shawn. He watched me like a hawk. Like he knew what I'd been doing. My eyes slowly stray to the big book, just to be sure I had actually closed it. The golden back rested heavily on the rest of the book, “The Codex Luporum” deeply engraved on it, you could pour water in it, and it'll sit comfortably.

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.