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The sheets were already spread across the table when Kaela and Lucien reached the annex. Sera's team fanned out around them like a jury that hadn't agreed on a verdict. "Talk," Lucien said. Mira didn't look up from the loupe. "Paper first. It's not ordinary stock. Cotton-rag, watermarked, restricted grade. Three archives in the territory still stock it. One of them's ours. One's decommissioned. One's Orveen's."

Just gone. No one speaks. Finally, one of the werewolves clears his throat. “Well. That’s… ominous.” Maelis reaches for the parchment, then stops. Her eyes flick to Ezra. “It’s addressed to you.” Ezra’s fingers curl slowly around it. “And Aiden,” Cassian adds quietly. “Both of you.” My stomach drops. Ezra breaks the seal. The parchment unfolds on the table between us, ancient symbols crawling across the page like living things. At first glance, it looks like nonsense—circles, lines, glyphs intersecting in strange patterns.

I could practically live here if I had a mind to. The cases are full of ancient texts made of stone, wood, and papyrus. What I wouldn’t do to get my hands on them, not just to read, but to feel the weight of their history. How many preternaturals have held these items in their bare hands and the creature who created these? Amazing, just amazing. “This is incredible,” I murmur, letting go of his hand. I run my fingers along the glass. Some texts are barely held together with bits of string. Some are bound by ancient leather or some kind of soft cloth, almost like muslin.

When Diego expressed his desire to give a gift to Eston, Stellina felt that she had given the right item. Stellina had also bought the Pergamena book. Pergamena was an animal skin processed into traditional Roman paper. "Perhaps this could also be given to Lord Eston," she whispered softly. This small book made of pergamena had a cover decorated with beautiful calligraphy reminiscent of Rome's cultural heritage. Diego received another call from Eston, informing him that he had arrived at the airport. Diego quickly prepared himself. The handsome man had to look ready for his father-in-law. He was by far the strongest candidate to inherit the Pavnozzi family business.

As Caitlin stared, she could feel the scroll heating up in her pocket, and she knew, she just knew, that this was the book from which the page was torn. Caitlin gently pulled back the heavy pages, surprised at its weight. She turned the pages gingerly, crackling as she went. Each page was thick, and heavy, ancient from years of use, ornately illustrated in all different colors, in drawings all along the edges. The text was in a handwritten scrawl, in ancient Latin. She felt as if she had stepped back into another time. Caitlin turned and turned, until she reached the middle of the book, and finally, she found it. The torn page. She reached into her pocket, extracted the rolled up scroll, and

“She’s in grave danger, but she managed to get these notes to me. We need to see what they contain.” As the image shifted, the words on the parchment became clear. They were written in an ancient script, filled with symbols and diagrams that seemed to pulse with a dark energy. I leaned in closer, trying to decipher the meaning behind the cryptic text. “I need to be careful,” Alice whispered through me, “Caden and Leila are nearby. I’ll keep the image up as long as I can, but I have to be quiet now.”