She cut him off. “Please, Melody.”
That thin smile came across once more as she folded her hands in front of her. She certainly had a presence. Something warm and comforting. At once he was both inexplicably intrigued and quite unnerved. He held a long blink, returning her smile as best he could. “Melody. I have this sinking feeling that you’re holding us at one hell of a disadvantage.”
Aaron had cracked the book open. Its heavy cover touched the tabletop with a puff of dust. He flipped through its pages, each one intricately detailed in purple, black, and red inks, none of which he could make any sense. Every so often a page would have a diagram or picture. He let a short sigh loose.
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