The binding spell

aiting to be discovered. She was reaching for a first edition of Pride and Prejudice, her favorite, when a hand, warm and unexpectedly large, brushed hers."Apologies," a deep voice rumbled. "I

why Wuthering Heights was actually a love story, despite its tragic ending."I should let you get back to your perusal," Liam finally said, though his eyes lingered on hers. "Unless... you'd consider letting me buy you a coffee? To continue this most pressing literary debate?"Clara's heart fluttered. She usually preferred the quiet company of her books, but there was something about Liam that felt different. He felt like a story waiting to unfold. "I think I'd like that very much," she said, a smile blooming across her face.They walked out of "The Binding Spell" into the cool evening air, the scent of old paper and new possibilities trailing behind them. The coffee shop was warm and inviting, and their conversation flowed as easily as the steam from their mugs. Liam spoke of his work as a university lecturer, and Clara shared h