Wrong Place
Iona whipped her head to look at the door. Who could come at this time? No one could open the door because it was protected with spells. Except… Yion. She blew the candle's flame and quietly walked across the rug to stand near the door, ready to kill if anyone dared to enter. She looked at the mess of books she had created with the woman. Two books were lying open on the couch, while five were stacked on the desk. One was on the rug and one on the armchair. She pursed her lips and clenched her jaws so hard that her teeth hurt. She hoped that the man outside didn't enter the study, or she would have to deal with another dead body.