"No!" Lilith turned pale, her legs giving way. She steadied herself against a nearby desk, avoiding a fall.
A notebook fell off the desk, its pages flipping open. She saw lines densely filled with handwriting; it looked like a diary.
Just a glance, and Lilith felt a chill run through her.
Diary: 1839. I acquired a valuable collectible through secret means."
1839? That was two hundred years ago!
She tried to read more, but an elegant hand picked up the book and gently closed it, placing it back on the desk.
Following the hand up, she saw a broad chest, solid shoulders, a masculine throat, and Cywen's cold, indifferent face. His golden eyes locked onto her like a predator watching its prey.
"No, you must be joking, right?" Lilith's voice trembled.
"Scared?" Cywen curiously examined L
