Chapter 70. What’s Real and What’s Not

Zera’s POV

I stopped by the bookstore to get Zion a few new books since we were all done with the bedtime stories we had at home. Last week, he asked if I was about to read him The Ninja Turtles, in which the short, bad guy gets caught in the end.

I didn’t need another clue to know he was already tired of the always-repeated story.

I made plans to branch out at the bookstore today before going home. I would get four new storybooks for now, and once they got exhausted, I would go for another.

“Good evening, ma’am,” the older lady behind the counter said as I entered the bookstore, her eyes staying on me.

I flashed a bright smile. “Good evening.” I moved over to the counter, where she stood behind it, and placed my hands on it.

“What can I get you?” the polite lady asked.

“I need at least four intriguing storybooks for a five-year-old boy.”

Her brow rose in interest. “Ah, the ever-curious five-year-old boys, eh?”

I chuckled.