Shit!

Killian:

Exhaling heavily, tossing the tattered brown leather book onto the existing mountain of musty, aging leather and parchment, slouching back into the worn oak chair with a groaning grunt.

“Tell me why I’m stuck in the archives again, without my sultry mate?” Looking at Lyra’s beautiful face through the small screen of the Samsung propped up against a stack of hard leather-bound books hold