All of them looked at me.
Rion's attention slid onto me fully.
"What?" Raye whispered.
Rion's eyebrow arched, realizing that something was clawing for the surface inside me.
He didn't ask me to explain. Instead, he moved to the far wall, to a plain section of carved stone where no cabinet existed until his shadows unfurled and seeped into the seams.
The stone opened like a mouth. He reached in and retrieved a volume bound in old leather. He didn't carry it to me the normal way. He let the shadows lift it, glide it through the air, and place it in front of me with a thump.
I dragged the book closer. My hands were barely steady, my fingers cold.
I didn't waste time. I turned the pages, trailing my fingers over sketches of keys.
I flipped until I found the page with a harp's drawing.
"It's different," I muttered. The words came out for me more than for anyone else.
