“Okay, so now I know how it came to be. Interesting though I don’t know how it can be useful for me.”
“Yes, me either.” Alan sat back in an armchair he’d settled himself in. Declan followed suit, deep in thought. The silver ink. Could that be…
Right then, he thought he saw someone walk past outside the door.
“Callum?”
“What?” Alan jumped up at his voice.
“I saw him passing by. That way.” Declan pointed out to the other wing in the house as he dashed out of the library.
He saw Callum climbing up a wide staircase.
“It goes to the second floor,” informed Alan from behind.
“What’s up there?”
“Just guest rooms. What is Callum going to do there?”
“He doesn’t seem to be aware of where he’s going,” Declan said.
“What do you mean, he’s sleepwalking?”
“Looks like it.”
“Oh God. Callum!”
