Chapter 13Ryu wasn’t surprised when there was a banging on the door at dawn. He wasn’t looking forward to seeing his mother, but he’d known it would come.
Egil couldn’t hear the racket, so Ryu slid out of bed as carefully as he could. He took a second to watch Egil—hair tousled, stubble on his cheek, and soft, relaxed features. It wasn’t often Egil was relaxed, but he was now. Ryu wanted to climb back into bed and rouse him with soft caresses, slow kisses, and murmured praise.
Another bang sounded from the door, and he sighed. He grabbed his jeans on his way out of the bedroom, pulled them on at the top of the landing, and buttoned them on his way down the stairs.
The scent of old books was strong when he passed the third and second floor, and when he reached the ground floor it still s
