"Don't you understand?" the look in his eyes made her want to cry.
"I cannot just leave you. The curve of your smile is etched into my soul. The shape of your hands are all I can think of when I look at my own. The color of your eyes is all I can se...
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"Hello?" She called.
Her voice seemed to be muffled. The sound being halted by the dense vegetation that crowded the room.
The greenhouse was absolutely giant.
She slowly walked forward. Her shoes scraping against the thick tiled floor.
Eden noticed a book resting on a table next to a row of small flowers.
The book was worn. The spine nearly falling apart and the leather cover looked as if it had seen better days.
She picked it up and gently spread the pages.
A gasp escaped her lips.
The pages were made of thick yellowed parchment. The characters on the pages had been hand written and were in a language she didn't believe could even exist. The curves and edges of the letters were positively perfect.
She moved her hand across the words. Slipping a finger behind the page to turn it.
"Nosy much?"
Eden yelped in surprise and nearly dropped the book.
Malcolm's tone was light and teasing. Yet her heart still pounded and her face flushed in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry I just saw it on the table and it looked...interesting."
She cringed at her feeble excuse.
Malcolm wore light trousers and a white button down shirt with he sleeves rolled up. She noted he was not wearing any shoes.
Eden swallowed.
Round spectacles rested casually across the bridge of his nose.
"It's quite alright, Miss Eden Glace." His voice was soft. Far too soft and quiet for the hazy room.
"Beatrice said you wanted to see me?"
Malcolm nodded and walked past her. Eden followed him.
"You hit your head rather hard and I wanted to assure myself you are well enough to work."
Eden rolled her eyes as she followed him down a line of tall green bushes.
"I'm fine. Alpha Íllios."
"Malcolm. And you are not the one with a medical degree."
"Would I be correct in assuming that you did not heed my advice and failed see a doctor?
Eden scowled to herself and folded her arms across her chest.
Malcolm humphed softly in satisfaction.
Malcolm rounded a corner to a sitting area. With chairs and a cluttered desk. He gestured for her to sit on a large couch with canvas cushions and lined with pale faded wood.
