Cain entered the house quietly, deeply in thought. He vaguely registered how quiet the house was but the scent in the air told him his brother was in the house.
He followed the scent and found Nathan in the living room with his nose buried in old books and a concentration frown creasing his forehead.
“Any luck?” Cain asked, even though he could see for himself there was none. By the looks of things, it looked like Nathan had started throwing books across the room in frustration. It made quite a sight, the walls still covered in soot and a half burnt carpet on the floor now covered in a disarray of books. The whole scene was actually depressing.
Nathan confirmed it by snorting and aggressively dropping the book he had been reading.
“Not a thing. What of you? Any luck with D
