Valerie's POV
He stood up, and I watched him, my fork still in my hand. For a second, I thought the meal was over, that the political part of the evening was about to begin.
He led the way from the glass platform back into the main part of the restaurant. I followed him, my mind racing.
This wasn't what I expected. The conversation at dinner… it had been easy. Normal, even.
He didn't probe for weaknesses in my pack's defenses. He didn't try to subtly pressure me about the marriage contract. He had asked about my designs. About me.
No one had ever done that before.
To the Blackwoods, my designing was a stupid hobby, a waste of time. My real family didn't even know about it. It was a secret part of me I had kept hidden just to survive.
But Kai had talked about it like it mattered. He had researched it. He asked specific, smart questions.
He had made me feel… seen.
He led me to a heavy, dark wood door I hadn't noticed before, tucked away in a corner of the restaurant. He opened it and gestured for me to go inside.
I stepped into a library. It was a huge, circular room, the walls lined from floor to ceiling with ancient-looking books. In the center of the room, on a large wooden table, lay three very old, leather-bound texts.
They were the books he had promised.
"Here they are," he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet space.
I walked toward the table, my fingers itching to touch them. I could feel the old magic humming from them, a faint, thrumming energy.
"This one," he said, pointing to the largest of the three books, "describes the transfer of energy. The cost of using the golden power."



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