Xlynor's POV
I sat behind the mahogany desk in my study, a thick cigar resting in the slim black holder between my fingers.
I didn't like touching cigars directly. I preferred the distance.
I flipped the pages of the book in my hands, my gaze focused as I scanned every line.
“We've gone through over one hundred and fifty books from the library in just a few hours, but found nothing useful.” Zane groaned, breaking the silence as he picked up another book from the pile in my study.
I took a slow drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before releasing it in a controlled stream.
“What does that imply?” I spoke calmly, eyes still on the page.
“It's obvious that there's nothing about that mark at the back of her neck in our library and if there is… someone got to it before we did.”
I took
