Ilaria sighed and sank more comfortably into the sofa, letting her gaze drift over the scattered tomes she had gathered earlier. Pages of old maps, half-translated myths, and dense political histories stared back at her. None of them promising answers anytime soon.
She could spend hours flipping through them and still come away with nothing but questions.
Maybe asking directly would be faster…
Her fingers brushed the nearest book, hesitating. But asking directly meant revealing how much she wanted to know… and why. And she was not ready for Lysander to snitch on her husband about everything discussed in this room because she thought he definitely would.
Still… a hint would not hurt. Something harmless. Something that sounded like simple curiosity. She drew in a quiet breath, stealing a glance at Lysander before asking, "Actually, I had a question about— well, about the expedition. The one I went on with my husband."
