Page 11 of Forsaken Secrets

My heart dropped. Fae? It was written in Fae?

Gods. Of course it was!

I flipped through a few pages and ground my teeth, excitement warring with frustration inside me. The gorgeous book was a bestiary.

How in the seven hells had it ended up here?

Clutching it to my chest, I peeped through the curtains. The Harlsteds still hadn't returned to the front of the store, and most of the customers had left. Perhaps I could inspect it more closely and take some notes?

Then again, if I came back later with my little Fae dictionary, I might actually be able to translate some of it.

No. That book was worth a fortune. Some wealthy collector was bound to snap it up before I came by again …

I'd copy down what I could and translate it later.

I pulled my journal from my left pocket and opened to an empty page, then dove in.

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