Evelyn walked around him to leave the room. Damien and her guards were waiting in the hallway. Simon looked pissed,very possibly from Damien flippantly yelling about his dead friends.
“Will the king be joining us?” Damien asked.
“I don’t know,” Evelyn said shortly.
If Leo wants to pout, fine. I have things to do.
She retraced her steps to the main entrance of the castle. One of the not-guards led them into a large meeting room. The sketches of the bloody symbols were spread out over the long table. Moeller, Heinrich, and Haydn were in a hushed conversation as they reviewed the images. Evelyn and Damien stood on the opposite side of the table.
Evelyn spoke first. “Do you know what any of it means?”
“Not specifically, no,” Moeller said. “It seems to be a combination of at least four different dead languages.”
“Can you translate them all?”
“Probably. Wendell will be most helpful with that.”
“And where is dear old Wendy?” Damien asked.
Heinrich snickered. “He’s working on a different project right now.”
“Can we get him working on this one?” Evelyn didn’t hide her annoyance.
“Why didn’t we think of that?” Heinrich quipped.
“Wendell works at his own pace,” Moeller explained. “Trying to hurry him along only leads to frustration for everyone involved.”
“So what do we do in the meantime?” Evelyn asked.
“Take the opportunity to relax,” Heinrich suggested with casual arrogance. “Aren’t you a newlywed? You and your husband should explore the isle.”
“This isn’t a honeymoon,” Evelyn snapped.
Moeller cut them off. “We will start translating what we can. But yes, feel free to enjoy your afternoon.”
Evelyn’s eyes scanned over the images again. “Can’t I help somehow?”
Moeller raised a brow. “Do you know any dead languages?”
“No.”
“Thenno.”
Haydn hadn’t said a word, but his attention burned on Evelyn’s skin.
When is he going to talk to me?
She followed Damien back into the hallway. “Now what?”
“Are you hungry?”
They had missed lunch on the ship, but dinner was hours away. Damien snuck the four of them into the kitchen. The friendly staff, also dressed in gold, gave them a variety of snacks packed in a basket. There were several picnic tables on the grounds. Rory and Simon were just happy to sit down.
Leo should be here with us, like he was the night before the wedding, when we all gathered on the roof. That was only a few days ago and so much has changed since then. Will we ever feel like that again?
Damien sliced bread and cheese for the table. “What do you think so far?”
Evelyn went straight for the sweets. “About what?”
