I flashed him a grin over my shoulder. "Do my untidy tendencies bother you?"
"No. I just find them illogical."
"And now you sound like Spock. And I know that makes no sense because you have no idea who he is." I paused, my gaze falling on the small black organizer attached to the other side of the door. "Bingo."
He was beside me in an instant. "You've found something?"
"Bills." I plucked one out and opened it up.
My stomach dropped.
The person who owned this mansion was no stranger.
It was Lauren Macintyre—the dark sorceress who was Lucian's lover.
Chapter 4
"If you were looking for a connection between our dark sorcerer and Lucian," Azriel commented, "I think you just found it."
"But Lauren isn't the sorcerer we're looking for. Her magic felt different from the magic I sensed when that first key was stolen."
"And yet the cuneiform on all the stones—both the ones you discovered today and the one you and Jak discovered underground—bear the same markings and energy quality."
"Which suggests she's involved, not that she's the one we're looking for." I shoved the letter back, making sure it was in the exact same position. "Besides, it was a man I saw snatching the key, not a woman."
"You could have been mistaken. We were under extreme pressure at the time."
Extreme pressure was putting it mildly, given we'd been under attack from a horde of insane mutant shifters. "Yes, but I'm not mistaken. It was a man."
"There are male clothes upstairs. If Lauren is not the sorcerer we seek, then perhaps she lives with him."