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>Check for pages with a corner folded, her favorite pages. They probably have some lines she'd like to hear.
>Then sneakily drop it behind her and point it out after we've gone through it.
You leaf through the book more out of curiosity than sadism (though some sadism certainly plays into it). You hear that most monsters can’t stand these sorts of books: gutter tripe made to appease humans' wanton lust that get everything about monsterkind wrong. You can’t say you much disagree from just a cursory scan over the pages. The book features a few folded corners, curiously enough..
[“Aragorn,” she whispered, and his name in her voice was a benediction, a tether from his instincts to his heart. “You are shadow and flame, but you are not alone. Not while I breathe.”
His heart thundered, not with the savage rhythm of the hunt but with a tenderness he had almost forgotten he could feel. The forest itself seemed to exhale, and in that breathless moment, he pressed his brow against hers. The world narrowed to the warmth of her skin, the rhythm of her breath, the fragile yet unyielding courage that emanated from her very being.
“I can be your moon,” she murmured, “the light that makes the dark of your world bearable.”]
Oough–flowery, romantic sap. You’re familiar enough with pick-up lines of that nature. The scenes are quite unusual, though.. the vast majority of the marked pages are not debauched scenes of dripping flesh and roiling bodies, but quiet moments of repose in between, in which the woman holds the head of the wolf in her lap and soothes his angst. The tender quietude of two in love, one suffering, one comforting.
Of course, that’s only the vast majority of the marked pages–a few are just as much as what one might think to get out of junk like this. The sexy pages generally focus on the way the wolf tries to be gentle about the woman, dark claws sinking into soft flesh. You make mental note of this.
“Oops.” You drop the book onto the ground. The sister glances back to see it on the ground between yourself and her. “Looks like you dropped something, sister. What is that? A book?”
“OH–! Uh–.. yes!” Mari swipes the thing up from off the ground at almost absurd speed and tucks it back into her habit. “Oops. Silly me. Thank you, Avalsidal. Um–did you see what it was?”
“..Your bible?” You tilt your head.
“Y-.. well.. No.” She mutters, averting her eyes from yours. “I mean, it’s.. just something I need to get rid of.”
Holy shit, it’s definitely hers.
>Drop a line out of the book.
>Let her be. Pretend you’ve no clue what the book is about.
>[Write-In.]
