Evan looked up from the journal and folded his hands on the tabletop. Dro Tar reclined in the contoured spa, the bubbling water more or less hiding her nudity from view. An intriguing combination of brown, green and gold, her gently swirling eyes never failed to captivate. She wasn’t trying to distract him. She didn’t have to try. Ever since she’d emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel he’d been unable to concentrate. “I’ve tried all the obvious searches. There are only a handful of entries that mention Malos and the information is nothing out of the ordinary.” “Read me some of the entries. Maybe you’re missing the forest for the trees.” “The first entry records his acceptance into the Conservatory, the second states the name of his mentor.” He motioned toward the display. “There is no way any of this can be construed as incriminating.” “Who was his mentor?” She tilted her head at that inquisitive angle that always made him smile.
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