Liam's POV
I’d been standing at the doorway long enough for the wood to warm under my palm.
The scrolls on the table made a little paper city, spines and corners aligned like soldiers while Isla crouched in the middle of it, head down, eyes scanning.
She’d been quiet for hours, loud kind of quiet, but the focused kind that meant trouble or a breakthrough.
“What are you looking for, Isla?” I asked, trying for a joke and getting nothing but the rustle of pages back.
She didn’t look up. “We already have a lead on how to cure a vampire bitten by a werewolf. That’s the point.” My voice was craving for attention, but she didn't lose concentration.
“Hmm,” I said, wandering over and leaning against the frame.
She sighed before talking again like I was too dumb not to understand, “Killia
