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Chapter 0736

Nina

My mother pushed open the large double doors, revealing the library. With the walls lined with seemingly impossibly high bookshelves, a glass ceiling and tall stained glass windows, it almost felt as if I was walking into something out of a fairytale.

"What did you want to bring me in here for?" I asked as my mother and I stepped into the room.

My mother smiled and took my hand, leading me through the winding bookshelves. It felt almost like a maze in here, and as I looked up at the dizzyingly high shelves, I couldn't help but wonder just how many books were in here.

"Now let's see..." my mother muttered to herself as she began perusing the shelves. "Hmm..."

"Mom," I said, running my finger along one of the pristine books; not a speck of dust was to be found, even though the title was something about ancient burial rites, which I doubted was read very often. "How many titles are in here?"

"Oh, hell if I know," my mom said with a chuckle. "But I'm sure, whatever book you want or need, it's here."

I let out a small laugh. "God, I wish I knew this was here when I was spending a fortune on textbooks for my classes."

My mother smirked, then let out a small "Aha!" and pulled a particularly worn-looking tome off of the shelf. She held it out to me, and I took it. The cover was plain and unadorned, with only one word on the spine.

"Ancestry?" I asked, glancing up at my mother.

She nodded. "I was perusing the books myself and stumbled across it," she said. "Take a look. I think you'll find it quite interesting."

met with pages upon pages of dense writing, with the occasional hand-drawn

up at my mom, who was still

"This is your family history,

right; each and every one of the people depicted in this

looked back up at my mother with a mixture of shock and confusion written

amazing," I said. "But what does this have to do with what

on the bench beside me. She leaned close and flipped through the pages until she came to a

tapping the yellowed page with her index finger. "Your great-great-great

with a high forehead, a narrow nose with a prominent ridge, and brown eyes that almost seemed to pierce into me from the page. She wore a high-collared gown

my brow as I began to read. But then my mother stopped me, and

here," my mother said. "Princess Cornelia, who suffered from a disease that rendered her legs mostly useless, was a master apothecary and herbalist. She could

suspected that a member of her staff was tasked with assassinating her family," I murmured. My eyes widened

entire lineage," my

would come as I stared down

explained, "despite Cornelia's physical disabilities, she was a genius. She saved an entire line of people thanks to her

a princess," I

around, lounging on the plush furniture after dinner. I was curled up in the crook of Enzo's arm, flipping through that ancestry

"Look at this," I said, pointing to a portrait of my great-great uncle Henry. "I didn't know that any members of

his face tired and weary from a long day of

both looked up to see Matt standing over us. He softly cleared his throat and nodded his head toward the door. "Can I talk to you?"

stood along with