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Zane was quiet. "He's not the enemy," I said. "He's going to think he is, for a while. He's going to try to be, probably. He's going to come here eventually and stand at the boundary and try to be the obstacle." I paused. "But he sent the book. He found the locked room and he opened it and he sent it to me." "People can be both things," Zane said. "Yes," I said. "They can." I looked at the fire.

“Grace shows signs of being able to sing in The Voice, Chloe is currently planning a wood carving out of teak to place in Miss Mavis’s poppy garden to commemorate its fire and recovery, Miss Sarah over there was made to bathe in the Luna Temple, and you, Alpha Zane, closed a deal last night on a small vineyard in West Cavendish worth roughly $14 million.” The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. “How do you know that?” Zane asked, and his voice was colder than the room. “Because I live online, and pretty much everything finds its way there eventually.” She raised her hands slightly in a placating gesture. “I told you that not as a challenge but to demonstrate your vulnerability.” Zane

Shaking his head while smiling, "I want an autograph from Raine!" Raine sheepishly took the book and pen from Daniel. "Sherlock Holmes?" she asked. Seeing the title of the book. "It's one of my favorite books!" "That explains why you are so cool!" the boy beamed. While Raine and Daniel were talking, Lani noticed her brother. His eyes fixed to somebody. "Zane, what's the matter? You've been silent this whole time!" Lani asked her older brother. "Shut up, Lani! I just want to, okay?!" replied Zane.

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”

“I asked if you talked to him.” My chest tightens again. My fingers dig into the fabric of my dress. I feel my pulse hammering against my skin. Zane studies my face carefully, watching every twitch, every blink. “You’re nervous,” he says quietly. “I just want to go home.” “Not yet.” My breath stutters. Zane pulls open his drawer and places a small black notebook on the table. He flips it open to a page. “Ray’s handwriting,” he says. “Recognise it?”

“I’ll see you around.” Zane stood up, brushed himself off, and gathered a couple of books that had fallen. As he walked past me toward the door, his shoulder lightly brushed mine. That’s when I caught it—his scent. Fresh like soap and something sweet, maybe a hint of citrus or warm vanilla. It wrapped around me for a second and made my stomach do a little flip.

Then Zane's voice, "Take it to my study." So there I was in his study. I had pushed the lid off the crate and pulled myself out. Took a warm bath in the cozy bathroom, wore his black robe and waited with brimming excitement. Heart pounding, feet fidgeting, I paced about, too giddy to sit and too jittery to stand still. The air was charged with his scent, the familiar smell of old books and wild nectar and thick anticipation as I waited eagerly for him.

The room seemed to shrink around me. Every breath felt tighter. Every second heavier. Because suddenly, this wasn’t just about me anymore. It was about Zane. About what he would do. What he would risk. What he would destroy. And deep down... I knew one thing with terrifying certainty. Zane wasn’t the type of man to negotiate. He was the type to retaliate. And when he did… There would be consequences. Deadly ones. The man straightened, stepping back toward the door.

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

I rubbed my temples. Get another book. Distract yourself. I stood and walked further down into the library. I needed another book to make me focus. That was when I saw her. Zana sat alone in a corner of the library. She was reading a book. She looked completely absorbed. Her red hair had fallen forward, partly hiding her face. My first thought was stupid and automatic. There’s no way she can actually read. The idea came from years of conditioning. My father told me that rogues were savages. I was told that they were uneducated and barely civilized. That was what we were taught.