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I looked away abruptly, hiding the flush of my cheeks. I had been so lost in my naughty thoughts, that I hadn't even noticed when we made it to the Apothecary. Devyn pushed the door open, patiently waiting for Kristen and me to walk in before shutting it—a surprisingly gentlemanly gesture from him. The familiar blend of sweet scents of herbs, mints, and various distinctive fragrances wafted through me, filling my lungs. It had been a while since I last came here. Diana’s long gray hair immediately caught my attention as she was hunched over her counter, playing with a black cat. The last time I came here, there were owls. I had no idea she had a cat too. It made me wonder if she had other pe

Meanwhile, Aubrianne was out cold, completely unaware of her surroundings and all that was happening around her. Dear My Lovely Readers, My apologies for ending so abruptly, but this is only half the story and we are already at over two hundred chapters. I am so sorry, but I do not want to end up with a book that holds five hundred chapters. Hence the reason for part two, this story has surely grown and I am moving where it leads. Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate Two will be dropping soon, stay tuned... Meanwhile, feel free to check my newest book Queen Luna's Revenge - The Victim or the Villain? Right here on this lovely platform.

"Yes, our people have paid attention to the very outer area. At least four or more people are on guard. We can’t take any action for the time being." Ethan nodded and continued to read the file. The King Residence, the Cox Manor, the Guller Mansion, and Forest Park, where Cole lived were all normal. He read all the information related to Helma. "Have you found the Book of Medical Remedies?" "No, after the auction, the Book disappeared again. Now, I'm not sure whether it’s in the Guller Mansion or the King Residence. It might even be with the Coxes, the Millens, or the Emeraldshade Forum."

Harper never did anything by accident. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of sugar, bad karaoke, and jokes about me being too good for the hospital now. But that night, after everyone had gone to bed, I found myself sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, the book in my lap. The apartment was dark, except for the small kitchen lamp left on for Liam. I opened the book carefully, fingers trailing along the handwritten notes in the margins. Most of the spells made no sense to me. Herbs I’d never heard of. Symbols that looked half-alchemical, half-celestial. Then I saw it.

I had a stack of books and she left me the magazine since she couldn't take it with her. I pored over that magazine for days. One thing we hadn't really studied was the last pictorial in it, one of two girls. I guess it would have been embarrassing for us to look at it together? I don't know, all I know now was it excited me more than I wanted to admit, even to myself. I found myself pulling a book out of the pile "Women Daring to Love" was the title, and the subtitle was "Daring to Love Women" and reading that. I got halfway through it the first morning and afternoon and that might have been the first time I had four orgasms in the same day. Then the next day I was about to go lay by the po

Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books. I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

Since she wasn't sure if anyone would come to her considering how big the hospital was, the equipment and treatment must be topnotch. On a whim, Diana opened a cupboard and various items came out of it, causing her to fall down in shock. "I withdraw my words, this room is like a warehouse." Diana couldn't help but pick up the items one by one. She categorized them based on their usefulness. Nothing caught her eye except for one book that had a striking color. Diana picked it up and opened it. "Patient list?” Yes, the book contained the names of the patients and their types of problems that were almost entirely caused by silver and wolfsbane.

There are posters about medicine, inner flesh, and things I don't understand hanging on her wall. Then my eyes land on it. An old deep brown book sitting on her bed. I reach for it. It smells of dust, charcoal, and smoke. Like something that had been forgotten for years. A crescent moon is carved upside down on the cover; below are the faint words written. ‘The Red Wolves Codex’ “Where did you get this?” I whisper, finger caressing the faint ink. “In the old archives under the infirmary. I wasn’t even supposed to be there. I was searching for the herb database, and the shelf just. Collapsed. The book rolled out like it’s been waiting for someone to find it.”

The room was dim until Cain moved past her to light a lamp on the heavy central worktable, and the light spread outward to catch on shelved jars, leather book spines, copper instruments gone green with age. A healer's workshop. She'd never seen one — she'd been too young when the Ashford home burned, and whatever her mother had kept had burned with it. But she'd read about them in the books she'd stolen during her years at Blood Moon. She'd memorised the descriptions: the worktable, the drying racks, the journals, the apothecary organisation of a hundred small jars. This was that. This was exactly that. "How long has this been here?" she heard herself ask.

A full Blackwood battalion would only invite a Devonshire counter-strike on the market, and she couldn't risk the crone’s sanctuary. "Just us," Anna rasped, her voice sounding older than it was. They stepped onto the cracked pavement. The shop's front, a humble apothecary to the human eye, looked different today. The door was already ajar, a sliver of warm, amber light cutting through the gray morning. The scent of valerian, dried mugwort, and boiling copper hit them immediately. "I’m not trying to heat the entire neighborhood! Come in and close the damn door," the woman’s voice croaked from within, sharp as a rusted blade.