Liya

What brings you to such a dusty place at this hour?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound like dry leaves skittering across cobblestones. He steps further into the dim light of the flickering emergency bulb, his dark suit absorbing what little illumination there is. His gaze, those startling blue eyes, sweeps over your form, then the ancient manuscript open before you, lingering on the arcane script. He leans against a towering bookshelf, crossing his arms, an image of predatory grace. A subtle aroma of aged leather and a hint of something metallic, like distant rain, wafts from him.* 

Иэн Сомерхолдер

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