Mason was trying hard to focus on the research in front of him, honest he was, but his thoughts kept returning to the night before. Images of Malia and the way she felt under his fingers kept creeping in to steal his attention. He smiled thinking of her for what must be the fifteenth time in the last hour. He pushed the musty tome in front of him away, this was no use. He wasn’t going to be any help in this state.
Looking around the room gave him a sense of pride. He may not be able to get any work done but his trusted few were hard at it. They had already combed half of the library here for information. So far it had not lead to any satisfying results. They just had to keep looking, he felt it, and there was information on what was going on with him
