"Here we are," Desdemona said and snapped her finger. A series of Fae lights illuminated around the walls and showed a relatively clean and tidy space.
"Do dark Fae not do much research?" Rhys asked.
Desdemona shot him a look. "We know how to clean up after ourselves, unlike some princes I know."
"All right, I don"t want the details, messy or otherwise, of your relationship." I tapped my lips with my right index finger. "Where do we find the information we need? Where are the old or rare manuscripts?"
A thunk sounded from behind the far wall, and we clustered together, hands spread in magic defense posture. But no revenant came through the stones. Rhys lowered his hands first and approached it.
thunk"Oh, it looks like these shelves are newer than the rest."
A rare and tender smile cu
