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Random, but do you think Jane Eyre would be one of these raunchy books if it were written today?
This is the kind of conversation I probably shouldn’t have with a guy I met on a dating site, but he’s a rare find and nothing like the other guys who’d dropped into my inbox.
He feels safe.
Lucky:
Definitely.
She’d have been naked a few chapters in.
Am I allowed to say that without you thinking I’m a creep?
Dollancie:
Oh, sure. I think whips and chains, too.
Let me grab the book!
We can discuss where we think the raunchy chapters will be as we go.
Lucky:
Deal. But depending on the edition you have, don’t wreck it if you get carried away.
A giggle sneaks up my throat, and I jump from the chaise, leaving the innocent old memories of me doing this with my stepbrother on the red fabric with Duggan.
My pace slows when I enter the foyer.
I can’t fight the pull that takes my eyes to the second floor. I see nothing but closed doors, gargoyles, old blood, and a hint of graffiti that cuts off out of view.
No ghosts.
No Ambrose.
The dust covering every single book would make it hard to find anything if I didn’t know exactly where all my favorites were.
It’s crazy to think nothing has been stolen in any of the break-ins, but the majority of the people in this town are rich. No one has come into this house and trashed it through poverty, just hate for my brother.
With my hand extended and fingers feathering the top of the books in the Jane Eyre section, because yes, she has her own section, I spot my favorite missing.
The ancient pink clothbound.
My head snaps up.
Is it still on my bed?
I take another from the shelf, having no desire to go and look for the other copy.
Bubbles doesn’t stir as I return.
Making Duggan shift up for me, I set myself back down after entering the reading room, book in hand, and type a quick message.
Dollancie:
I’m starting…
