Shadows of the city

ovided a perfect backdrop to her cozy apartment, situated above her beloved bookshop, "The Enchanted Pages." T

spent her days organizing shelves, recommending novels, and losing herself in stories. Yet, beneath her cheerful demeanor lay a shadow o

reeted the early bird customers. As she tidied the shelves, a sense of anti

n air of mystery about him, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold countless secrets. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and he wore a tailored suit that hinted at w

ering Heights.'" Izzy's eyes widened slightly. First editions of classic novels were rare treasures, and "Wuthering Heights" was a

see it?" he asked, his

moment, then nodded.

lass cabinet. As she unlocked it and carefully pulled out the precious volume, she

ng him the book with reverenc

ity through her. He examined it with the same care she had, flipping through the del

melodic. "Are you a collector?" she asked, try

In a manner of speaking. Books ha

. "Me too. They've been my refug

lingering on the cover. "Thank you

Hartley. But every

Izzy. I'm Dam

hint of power and darkness. "It's a

d, his smile finally reaching his

horne, and why did he seem so interested in the rare book? Little did she know, this encounter was just the b