"I thought you would be in the library, but my Luna seems to be waiting in the study. Is it for me?"
Casian's voice, rich with playful warmth, washed over Lyra, pulling her from her thoughts. Startled, she turned to find him leaning casually against the doorway, his tall frame casting a shadow across the room.
His lips curved into a teasing smile, but his eyes—dark and sharp—held a flicker of something deeper, something cautious. He was watching her closely, as though trying to read the thoughts swirling in her mind.
Lyra's surprise melted into a soft, composed smile. Her fingers moved gracefully, signing, "Perhaps I am. Or perhaps I simply find the study a place of… hidden truths."
Casian's grin widened, though his gaze remained guarded. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, enclosing them in a space filled with the scent of old leather and parchment.
"Hidden truths?" he echoed, his voice carrying a light chuckle. "That sounds like an invitation for a mystery."
