Reese POV
“No, I don’t,” I reply, and Rosabelle’s lips curl into that soft, knowing smile that never means anything gentle.
She turns to her desk, slides open the lower cupboard, and pulls out a book so old and dust-layered it looks like it shouldn’t even be touched by even the air. The spine is cracked, the cover faded into something almost unrecognizable—like it survived centuries, not decades.
“Here.” She hands it to me.
The moment my fingers brush the cover, a faint pulse moves through it.
My throat tightens as I hold it.
“Once you’re done going through it, return it to me,” she says. “It won’t answer all your curiosity, but it will help you understand why you must avoid Jade Owens at all costs… while at the same time keeping your distance from my boys as stated in the contract.
