Clarabell's POV
The weak overhead light created shadows on the documents, pictures, and maps that were arranged in front of us as the three of us sat around Ivy's messy dining table. At least now, it seemed like we were finally making sense of the jumble, even though the confusion reflected the mess in my mind. Ryan had given me feedback about his night out in the warehouse. He confirmed that the sender of the messages he was receiving was really Alexander Gray. No surprises there. Ryan was overly vague about some of the stuff that transpired there. I doubted he said any lies he had no need to. But he probably considered some of the information more harmful then beneficial to me. I would let the cuddling slide for now, I don't have the time for a meaningless fight over something like that
