LUCAS'S POV

I sat on the desk to get a proper look at the book that slid to my side. The page was dirty, a few lines covered by dirt that didn't seem removable.

“What do you mean?”

Odessa didn't answer immediately. She reached for the first deck, took out a container and shook two pills into her palm.

“Water, please,” she requested, pointing in the direction of the water. I brought the bottle to her and waited until she flushed the drug down with the water.

“Rhaegal is from a ...