He seemed to be thinking the same thing, even if he didn’t say as much.
If he was being honest, he supposed the days of burying his loved ones were long behind him, but if Lucien was somewhere, alone…
Devyn wouldn’t let him be forgotten. ‘Alastor was as much his responsibility as Devyn’s’ anyway, so if he had to be laid to rest, it might as well be here. There was probably a space near Marius. He was quiet for a moment before drawing in a great breath and releasing a greater sigh.
Even if it wasn’t his fault, there was always blame to be had.
“I’ve never done anything too dangerous a day in my life, I don’t know what he was worried about.”
He glanced down at the packet of folders, and then at all of the books and papers scattered around this little office. “What a dismal place, I don’t know why he would have settled for something so small. He would have had so much more space at the Hall. I suppose there must be a reason for this room. If he managed to make his way up to that island, there must be more information around here. I’ll start looking. Not snooping,” he huffed, maybe to the compact. “It’s research. Because it would be reckless and dangerous to run into any situation without knowing what we were getting into.”
But, still.
There was a heaviness on his shoulders, a weight that hadn’t been there before.
Going up to the island–if they could even make it–had a bit less charm now that he had to consider that they might fight Lucien–or, whatever was left of him, if anything.
He was no less determined to reach it, but it didn’t seem like such a magical place anymore.
Guine
