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to be friends then?” I offered, a small smile playing on my lips in the hopes it would, in turn, make her smile too.
Looking back up at me, she seemed bewildered by my question. Did she really think she wasn’t worthy of a friend? The idea was ludicrous. Everyone was worthy of friendship. Then, the main character of her novel popped back into my head. The heroine also didn’t consider herself worthy due to her physical deformity—didn’t want anyone to be stuck with her for all of eternity.
Sometimes, women were so utterly clueless. They always thought men only looked at their appearance. Didn’t they realize physical attraction was forever altered by personality? No matter how beautiful the creature, a beast was only treated as such when their physical deformities altered their outlook on life.
Personality was everything. Beauty queens were bland to me, while I found the girl in the back of the library to be radiant.
Holding out her hand, she said, “Come. I want to show you something.”
Even though I was more confused than ever before with how quickly she seemed to shift her moods, I didn’t hesitate to put my hand in hers, allowing her to lead me from the room.
The Passion
Regardless of the fact she was a wolf-like female, her hand still felt dainty and feminine in my large grasp. She took her time as she led me up the stairs and to the right, keeping her skeptical eyes on me. It was as if she didn’t trust that I wanted to be her friend—her ally.
I hadn’t been to the room she was approaching, a set of French-style doors blocking my view to the space beyond. I had no idea what to expect, and a slight shiver of fear tingled up my spine at the recollection of noises I’d heard over the past few nights.
I knew I wasn’t afraid of Karoline, but the ferocious and destructive sounds she made during the night should’ve steered me otherwise. Many nights I sat up listening, wondering what the hell she was doing to cause such a ruckus. At times, I argued with myself whether I should go check on her, see if she was okay or needed an ear to bend. Self-preservation kept me from going through with it, but now I wished I’d made a different choice. Maybe all she needed all this time was a friend.
Never releasing my hand, she pushed the doors open with her other and revealed what was hidden behind their wooden confines. Bright sunlight assaulted my eyes, causing me to squint, stinging as they got used to the intensity. I could see specks of dust glittering in the space in front of me before my eyes finally adjusted and began to focus on my surroundings.
My jaw dropped at the sight.
My eyes roamed from floor to ceiling, every surface covered with nothing but books. Thousands of books. An involuntary gasp left my lips as I took it all in.
“This is… my room,” she said, a slight hesitation mangling her otherwise confident voice.
In the center of the sunlit room was a simple king-sized bed—nothing but a mattress and white sheets that seemed to glow with the reflection of the sun. The rest of the space had been renovated into a pseudo library, shelves stocked full of literature beyond my wildest imagination. The bookshelves were in perfect order lining the walls, only breaking for the doorway where I stood and four floor-to-ceiling windows that let in natural light. Each window had a small, stained-glass rose decorating the top, casting beautiful colors across the books as the sun’s rays peeked through.
My eyes couldn’t help but examine every inch of the space around me, the cathedral ceilings making the stacks and stacks of books seem endless. Then, my eyes landed upon her…
Karoline.
“This is absolutely amazing,” I said, awestruck. Looking deep into her eyes, shimmering with gold flecks only an admirer would notice, I felt a sudden pang of desire—a need for her to see me as more than just her damn prisoner.
“I love to read,” Karoline replied sheepishly, her head downcast, though her
Looking back up at me, she seemed bewildered by my question. Did she really think she wasn’t worthy of a friend? The idea was ludicrous. Everyone was worthy of friendship. Then, the main character of her novel popped back into my head. The heroine also didn’t consider herself worthy due to her physical deformity—didn’t want anyone to be stuck with her for all of eternity.
Sometimes, women were so utterly clueless. They always thought men only looked at their appearance. Didn’t they realize physical attraction was forever altered by personality? No matter how beautiful the creature, a beast was only treated as such when their physical deformities altered their outlook on life.
Personality was everything. Beauty queens were bland to me, while I found the girl in the back of the library to be radiant.
Holding out her hand, she said, “Come. I want to show you something.”
Even though I was more confused than ever before with how quickly she seemed to shift her moods, I didn’t hesitate to put my hand in hers, allowing her to lead me from the room.
The Passion
Regardless of the fact she was a wolf-like female, her hand still felt dainty and feminine in my large grasp. She took her time as she led me up the stairs and to the right, keeping her skeptical eyes on me. It was as if she didn’t trust that I wanted to be her friend—her ally.
I hadn’t been to the room she was approaching, a set of French-style doors blocking my view to the space beyond. I had no idea what to expect, and a slight shiver of fear tingled up my spine at the recollection of noises I’d heard over the past few nights.
I knew I wasn’t afraid of Karoline, but the ferocious and destructive sounds she made during the night should’ve steered me otherwise. Many nights I sat up listening, wondering what the hell she was doing to cause such a ruckus. At times, I argued with myself whether I should go check on her, see if she was okay or needed an ear to bend. Self-preservation kept me from going through with it, but now I wished I’d made a different choice. Maybe all she needed all this time was a friend.
Never releasing my hand, she pushed the doors open with her other and revealed what was hidden behind their wooden confines. Bright sunlight assaulted my eyes, causing me to squint, stinging as they got used to the intensity. I could see specks of dust glittering in the space in front of me before my eyes finally adjusted and began to focus on my surroundings.
My jaw dropped at the sight.
My eyes roamed from floor to ceiling, every surface covered with nothing but books. Thousands of books. An involuntary gasp left my lips as I took it all in.
“This is… my room,” she said, a slight hesitation mangling her otherwise confident voice.
In the center of the sunlit room was a simple king-sized bed—nothing but a mattress and white sheets that seemed to glow with the reflection of the sun. The rest of the space had been renovated into a pseudo library, shelves stocked full of literature beyond my wildest imagination. The bookshelves were in perfect order lining the walls, only breaking for the doorway where I stood and four floor-to-ceiling windows that let in natural light. Each window had a small, stained-glass rose decorating the top, casting beautiful colors across the books as the sun’s rays peeked through.
My eyes couldn’t help but examine every inch of the space around me, the cathedral ceilings making the stacks and stacks of books seem endless. Then, my eyes landed upon her…
Karoline.
“This is absolutely amazing,” I said, awestruck. Looking deep into her eyes, shimmering with gold flecks only an admirer would notice, I felt a sudden pang of desire—a need for her to see me as more than just her damn prisoner.
“I love to read,” Karoline replied sheepishly, her head downcast, though her
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