Kyon POV
Kyon faced Marcus across the Hemmings’ library. Not an accident that he picked the room in which the Wintertail Pack Alpha had seen him kissing Azandra. A subtle move, and probably childish at the same time.
Marcus’s blond hair gleamed like Cyran Sinsworth’s, which did not exactly inspire confidence, and his muscles rippled. His eyes darted about the library, fascinated by the books. Kyon noticed one in particular. Gold leaf on the spine and the word Picasa printed on it. Picasa, the elf sculptor and poet. And also another book, ‘The Tales of the Woodlands: A History of the World’s Forests’ written by Ulrike Bardwulf.
“Do you like to read?” Kyon asked, unsure why.
Marcus blinked at the question. “Yes.”
“Me too. I suppose that’s two things we have in common.”
Silence hung between them.
Kyon studied the man, aware that he was being studied and picked apart in return.