HEIR OF PAIN
“This is incredible.”
He rushed toward the nearest shelf, running his fingers along the edges of the books. He pulled one out, he blinked, stunned, and reached for another, and another. They were all books about law. His department. His world.
Arden turned around abruptly to face Ryder, still holding one of the books. “Is this… is this your library?”
Ryder cleared his throat and looked to the side, sliding his hands into his pockets. “It’s yours.”
Arden blinked. “Mine? Why?”