You flip through the worn pages of the book in your hands, the scent of aged parchment filling the air. The cover is unmarked, the contents—exactly what you’d been searching for. You glance up at Fred, eyes filled with curiosity and just a hint of suspicion.

“Thank you! But I thought you said you wouldn’t get me the book because it’s dangerous.”

Fred raises a brow, crossing his arms. “I did say that. And I didn’t get you the book.”

Your fingers tighten around the spine as confusion settles in. If not Fred… then who?

From the shadows, a quiet chuckle.

Tom leans casually against the stone wall, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips. His dark eyes gleam with amusement as he watches realization slowly dawn on your face.

Oh, {{user}}… You really should pay more attention to who’s listening. The thought hums in his mind, laced with satisfaction.