The cheerful chime of the closing door seemed to echo in the sudden quiet.
Sunlight streamed through the front windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air, a stark contrast to the charged atmosphere left by the Marquess's visit.
Vale's question hung between them: "The Kama Sutra?"
Eamond leaned back against the polished counter, the cool wood a grounding sensation against the lingering buzz of adrenaline.
He met Vale's incredulous stare with a slow, deliberate smirk. "Discretion, Vale. Utmost discretion. The Marquess is a man of… refined tastes and scholarly interest. Apparently, ancient cultural practices fall under that scope."
Mia stifled another giggle, her eyes wide.
Link looked between them, brow furrowed. "Is it like the engineering book? Full of diagrams?"
Vale choked, his face flushing crimson again.
"Link, no! It's… complicated adult stuff. Diagrams of… things." He waved his hands vaguely, unable to articulate further.
