"Alaric, help me."
"Huh?"
Alaric looked confused when I suddenly pulled down the old book he was reading and asked right in front of his face.
We stared at each other for quite a while. I even went up to the sofa to wait for a response from the dark-haired man, resembling the night, only to be pushed backward with the tip of his finger to my forehead.
He sighed in annoyance while patting the book in his hand, as if cleaning some unseen dust there.
"Let go of my book–you're dirtying it."
I sat on the table, folding my hands and looking upset. "You're ignoring your boss now because of these strange books? And where did you get all of these from?"
"Don't touch," Adrian cut in quickly, pushing my hand away as I reached for one of the piles of books, making me more suspicious.
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