It was the longest two days I had experienced, each one a torturous eternity. Confined to the inn room, I became bitter, yearning for the freedom of the open air. Aiden's protective instincts, while understandable, were stifling. I needed to move, I needed to get out of here, to feel the wind on my face.
So when Easton walked through the door, a surge of relief washed over me. We could leave this room soon!
“I wasn’t able to get into Lucien’s quarters yet,” Easton admitted, placing the recovered books on the table. “He has been growing increasingly suspicious of everyone.”
Calix smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Losing his mind yet? Maybe if he goes mad, he'll just deal with himself, and we won't have to lift a finger."
Easton shook his head, his expression grim. "No, if anything, that means he's becoming more dangerous."