Cassa's POV"Seriously?" I raised my voice slightly, my hand clutching the handle of my bag tightly at my side."I'm not kidding," Julius replied, grinning, sitting in the library chair with a closed book in his hand. I stood in front of him, my frustration evident."You agreed to the deal. Why do you want to know why I look sad, troubled, or mischievous? Come on, what are you trying to get into?" I teased, trying to sound reasonable.Julius glanced at the historical book he had brought from the bookstore before we came to the library. I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on the cover—a woman's back facing the viewer, surrounded by soldiers. I scanned the bookshelves, realizing that most of the books were fiction, possibly historical ones.He raised his eyes to meet mine, the smile still lingering on his face. "I'm curious, that's all. You've helped me greatly on behalf of my cousin, and maybe I can help you with whatever it is."Help me with it? I stared at him for a few seconds, sig
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