The white sheep of the family
As the other man looked past Loren’s shoulder, he glanced over it as well before realizing that Remi was probably just hoping to get past. The summoner gave the alchemist a sheepish grin. ”Sorry.” Instinctively, the Launceleyn stepped aside, which incidentally pressed his side against the shelf there.
However, that single word was enough to make him fidget in place, his fingers tapping a more rapid beat. ”You ah, got my note?” Loren bit his lip and looked down and away. His gaze studied the cover of the tome at the top of the pile in his arms, tracing the cracks and whorls of the ancient leather.
However, that single word was enough to make him fidget in place, his fingers tapping a more rapid beat. ”You ah, got my note?” Loren bit his lip and looked down and away. His gaze studied the cover of the tome at the top of the pile in his arms, tracing the cracks and whorls of the ancient leather.
Will blood tell
