Lyne picked up a file she had gotten from the clerk downstairs. It had on it several names of clients that had come to buy artifacts from the company and she shook her head at how much people waste just to get a hold of something that didn't belong to them. Zeidan had left her since morning and she couldn't blame him for going without her. She had been sulking alone, thinking of what she had heard about her mother.

But could she just sit there and think all day of her mother who had died choosing the pack over her? When none of her family members refused to talk...