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“She’ll want these in the morning.” Brett grunted as his thick, clumsy, wolf-like hands pulled the clothes from the old man. Hugging them to his chest, he caught up with his pack. Arthur watched the pack disappear into the night as he slowly made his way back to the house. Viviane met him on the porch. “Was that what I think it was?” she asked. “They took Eliza,” he said. Then, with a concerned voice, he added, “I’ve been bitten.”

She asked. “The book of The Council.” Her eyes widened. “There’s only one copy of that book, and it’s locked away in Kvenland village. How did you—” “I snuck into my adoptive parent’s secret chamber and stole it,” I said sheepishly. “Oh, honey,” she said and held my hand. “That book was written by none other than the Council. Of course, only their good deeds would be showcased in that book. But, as far as I know, they colonized all of the villages that they helped.”

Scarlett paused on their way out to inspect the fountain. Avery poured some of the water into a bottle and placed it in her bag. "For examining," she said when all eyes were on her. Augusta noticed the girls hurrying out the door. "Wow, that was quick." She checked the time, and it was nearly 2 a.m. She narrowed her eyes to see what Scarlett was holding. "Oh, no. The Book of the Night Walkers. She found it." Augusta burst out laughing. Scarlett will learn everything she needs to know about their family in that book. However, there will be one interruption. Her grandfather. If he discovers that the book has vanished, all hell will break loose.

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“About time,” I mutter and lay back down. “I was wondering what was taking Evander so long. But not really. I forgot I asked for info on the witches.” “That’s what fell through your fireplace?” He gets up and goes to the hearth, pulling back the cast iron door. “It’s a file folder. And a book.” “Oh, good. Alice got the Book of the Beast to him too.” “This is a witch thing…teleporting objects.”

“There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.” “You have nothing to worry about,” I replied and tried to lay my hands on the book but he pulled it away from my grasp. He turned to Miles. “You’re the one whose details were captured. You should take it.” Miles nodded and grabbed the book. I frowned. “One more thing!” The bookkeeper called our attention just when we turned around to leave. "The heart must choose. The hands must heal. Or the curse will seal." He said.

It had been damaged in the scuffle; the heavy leather back cover had been sliced by a jagged nail on the floorboards. As she touched the tear, she felt something hard tucked inside the lining. "Wait," she whispered. She peeled back the leather. Tucked into a hidden pocket in the spine of the book was a small, transparent piece of film—a microfiche—and a folded, hand-drawn map. Lucas knelt beside her, his anger replaced by an intense curiosity. He took the map. It wasn't a map of a city or a building. It was a schematic of a diamond—the Eternal Willow. But there were notations on the sides in her mother's elegant handwriting.

The key was Mars’s most sacred possession; it was the one bastion the invaders—his stepmother and her brood—had never managed to claim. He ran a finger over the spine of the book he’d plucked from a familiar nook, expecting the worn comfort of a re-read. Instead, his fingertips met unblemished leather. He didn't recognize it. There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE.

"And Kai? Try to keep your hands off her. Consummation was for the cameras. Anything else is a breach of my patience." The east wing of the Blackwood estate felt like a tomb. I found Evangeline in the library. She wasn't holding a crystal flute of champagne. She was huddled in a velvet armchair, a tattered book of fairytales open on her lap. The spine was broken. The pages were yellowed. "He sent you to fix me?" She didn't look up. Her voice was thin, brittle. "He sent me to make sure you don't get us killed." I walked over, my boots heavy on the Persian rug. "Put the book away. We start with the walk."

The air in the basement of the Vance estate didn't just feel cold; it felt dead. Elara knelt on the damp concrete, her knees aching, but she didn't move. In front of her lay the only inheritance her parents hadn’t managed to gamble away: a leather-bound grimoire with pages so thin they felt like dried skin. "Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "I don’t care about the price. Just save her."