She turned from the window. The study was as Caelan had left it — papers on the desk, a half-empty decanter, the silver cufflink box sitting open and empty because the cufflink itself was gone, given to a girl who probably did not understand what it meant. Probably. Seraphyne was not entirely certain that Isadora Wren did not understand. The girl was cleverer than she appeared, which was saying something, because she appeared quite clever already.
"You are brooding again," said a voice from the doorway.
Finnian.
