DIANA'S POV
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The hidden book of Alexis Vandel was no easy find. But as the oldest pack in existence, the Crescent Pack archives had to hold it somewhere.
"Do you want to tell me about her?" AJ asked as we shuffled through dusty volumes, the scent of old pine and decaying parchment thick in the air. Towering stacks of books lined the shelves, many of their pages stuck together with age.
"I only recently found out about her myself," I replied.
"Then how do you know she felt what you're feeling?"
Of course, I hadn't told AJ everything. The small florescent bulb resting on a nearby wall illuminated his brown hair, a few strands clinging to his temple. I balled my hands into fists, suppressing the urge to reach out and brush them away. I couldn't. This arrangement was fake, and my mate bond belonged to Elijah. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting AJ.
"I dreamt about her," I whispered, keeping my voice down so no one would discover us sneaking around.
