Chapter 39
When Poseidon emerged onto the main floor of the packhouse, the sudden transition from the basement's gloom to the bright hallway was jarring. He nearly collided with Dorian, who was striding in from the opposite wing.
“Alpha, you’re back,” Poseidon noted, his voice more a flat observation than a question. Dorian gave a sharp, silent nod, his gaze dropping immediately to the cluttered stack of books and yellowed envelopes clutched in Poseidon’s arms.
“What are those?” Dorian asked, his tone heavy with the weight of the day’s burdens.
“I was down in the castle's basement sifting through the remains of Layla’s life,” Poseidon answered, shifting the weight of the boxes. "The personal effects no one wanted to touch."
Dorian’s eyes narrowed. “Did you find anything relevant?”
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