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Not from my enemies, and certainly not from a woman. After we finished the meeting and I was less busy, I decided to go to the library. The mansion was quiet that night, the kind of stillness that made every sound seem louder. I wandered through the halls, my mind restless. Sleep wouldn’t come, not with thoughts of Anya circling like a predator. As I passed the library, a faint light caught my attention. I pushed the door open silently, stepping inside. Anya stood by one of the shelves, her fingers trailing along the spines of old Russian novels.

I doubt I'll be able to get there on my own" I whisper and the girl nods smiling. I didn't know if the women who would serve me, would always be on her side. So, I had to gain their trust, maybe they have a better plan to escape from here and that my husband does not find me. As soon as we arrive at the library, I am surprised by how big it is. It corresponds to the entire floor. The girl shows me each section as if she were the librarian and we both take the area of romance books, to get out of the cruel reality. Hours pass and it is the smell of wood and citrus that makes me look away from my incredible book and find a man with a murderous look walking towards me. "I knew I couldn't end my

Perhaps this will give me understanding. I order two waffle sandwiches with pieces of omelet rounds and bacon slices, remembering how Evers enjoyed the maple bacon donut that the wolf male had gifted me. The little woman presses the silver square on the screen twice, it says "WFB" and I make a mental note. I sit next to the door as I wait on the pink haired beauty to arrive. I observe the people who enter and those I can see from the window. I pretend not to see Evers as I 'read' the book while she makes her way towards me. "Aislaine! So sorry, I'm running behind. I overslept. Well, I always oversleep. You look nice this morning! I love the top." She sits down across from me and I open the b

I decided to knock hoping that, against this thickened glass door, my tiny small knock could be heard throughout the library. I looked through the glass door and saw a woman in her sixties from across the library. Even though she was too far, I could see her clearly from where I was standing – gray hairs, wrinkles on the corner of her eyes, she was wearing reading glasses, a white blouse that was too big for her, a long skirt that reached the floor, and old brown leather shoes. The epitome of an old librarian.

Zach says as we begin walking to the library again. We walk in, waving at the woman who is standing guard at the front window like someone might decide to steal some books. Since Piper and Zach seem to know where they’re going, we follow them back to a secluded corner of the library. It’s darker back here but there’s a table set up and a young woman is there with a computer in front of her, typing away at lightening speed.

Everything felt so impossible: studying, thinking clearly, kissing Asher on top of the Ferris Wheel… Straightening, I snapped my book closed. I’d come to the library to be free of distractions, but maybe some distractions were what I needed, to keep my mind off Asher. With a sigh, I decided to try studying at the coffee shop instead. As I gathered my books to leave, a vaguely familiar older woman walked into the library. She had a purse instead of a book bag, so likely wasn’t a student. She searched among the stacks and study areas. When a librarian approached her, she said, “I’m looking for my daughter.”

“Ah—sorry.” “For what?” “I-it’s... Forget it.” “Come on. You said you wanted to go to the library, right?” “Of course.” A few minutes later, we reached the front of the major library. We both got out of the car and rushed inside. A woman who was the keeper of the library welcomed us kindly. Red glasses always perched on her pretty face. “It’s rare to see you, Ara. Is there anything you need to look for?” asked the woman with the name tag ‘Hyuna Kwon’.

She grabbed tweezers from the cabinet, bit her lip, and pressed the metal to the bump. Suddenly, the mirror didn’t show her face. The glass went black. A woman’s face flickered into view—short white hair, eyes like cold iron. “Hello, Maya,” the woman said, her voice echoing inside Maya’s head. “The Rossi Company wanted a Queen. The King wanted a leader. But I work for the people who own them both.” Maya’s hand shook. “Who are you?” “I’m the Librarian,” the woman replied. “I’ve waited a long time to see what happens when a Queen loses her crown. Tell me, Maya—do you really think you’re the only experiment that made it down from the mountain?”

I keep telling him no, but he keeps asking. Before I can answer, a middle-aged woman with a scowl on her face, better known as the librarian, walks up to our table and softly but firmly barks, “If you can’t be quiet, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” No. I still have a couple of hours of studying before the library closes. I can’t be kicked out now. I turn towards her and softly reply, “Please don’t kick me out. I’ll make sure that he is quiet.”

This was the first time I feel any sort of fire inside me since--, NO. Not even HER gets to ruin this moment. I thought I would never feel another fire after she had gone. And yet this gentleman here makes me feel something inside me. Something I don’t know I could feel for another human being. But of course, something like this didn’t happen out of the blue. Eleven hours earlier. The day starts early here for women. The first light was just slightly above the horizon when I sipped the last drop of my black coffee in The Daily Bread to join a group of young girls in full-length baby blue dresses.