Marco POV
The clang of metal and hum of machinery fill the air as I step onto the construction site. Dust rises in little clouds around my boots. The men working nearby stop for a moment, heads bowing slightly when they recognize me. I nod absently, my thoughts miles away.
Elon is already waiting near one of the unfinished pillars, arms folded, that worried look across his face gives him the look of an unruly kid.
“Tell me you’ve got good news,” I say, walking up to him.
Elon exhales and shakes his head. “No luck.”
“What do you mean, no luck?”
“The herbal expert I told you about. He examined Viktoria's herbs carefully.”
“And?”
Elon licks his dry lips and says, “He says those herbs are for indigestion.”
I stare at him, waiting for the punchline, some more clarification that lets me
