Azriel's Point Of View
Lucian nodded. "Agreed. But there's more." He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers forming a steeple beneath his chin. The gesture struck me as almost prayerful, though I knew better than to mistake this man for devout. "What about the family scroll? Any leads? That scroll must not fall into the wrong hands."
A flicker of unease coiled in my stomach, tightening like a serpent preparing to strike. The family scroll. The one artifact that could unravel everything we'd built. The one thing that could bring the entire Sicilian underworld crashing down on our heads.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to remain steady. "I understand the gravity of the situation," I said, though the words came out tighter than I intended. "I'll dedicate every resource at my disposal to the search. Let's just hope it remains hidden until we locate it."
