Chapter Eighty Five

Ryan starts searching the room for anything that's out of place, his gaze fell upon a peculiar candlestick on the bedside table. The candle within was an unusual shade of grey and pink, a color combination he had never seen before.

"Aren't candles supposed to be white?" he asked Thorne, his voice filled with curiosity. " or am I missing something?"

Thorne shrugged. "No your Grace. Maybe she has a liking for the unusual," he replied, his voice laced with indifference.

"Strange," Ryan murmured, his curiosity piqued. " very strange."

Thorne, following his gaze, raised an eyebrow. "Candles come in all sorts of colors these days," he said, trying to sound indifferent. " Women normally buy lots of them to beautify their space. My mother has a lot of them in her room, they come in different varieties of colors and shapes."