Chapter 85 - Eighty Five
Ryan starts searching the room for anything that’s out of place, his gaze fell upon a peculiar candlestick on the bedside table. The candle within was an unusual shade of grey and pink, a color combination he had never seen before.
"Aren’t candles supposed to be white?" he asked Thorne, his voice filled with curiosity. " or am I missing something?"
Thorne shrugged. "No your Grace. Maybe she has a liking for the unusual," he replied, his voice laced with indifference.
"Strange," Ryan murmured, his curiosity piqued. " very strange."
Thorne, following his gaze, raised an eyebrow. "Candles come in all sorts of colors these days," he said, trying to sound indifferent. " Women normally buy lots of them to beautify their space. My mother has a lot of them in her room, they come in different varieties of colors and shapes."
Ryan nodded, his mind racing. There was something off about this candle, something that didn’t add up. He moved closer, examining it more closely. The scent of strawberries filled the air, a sweet and inviting aroma that contrasted sharply with the somber mood of the room.
"It’s a scented candle," he said, a realization dawning on him. "Strawberry scented."
Thorne raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "So?" he asked. "Maybe she liked strawberries and the fragrance was soothing for her."
Ryan ignored him, his focus on the candle. He picked it up, examining it carefully. Touching the wick, he noticed it was still warm, indicating that it had been recently extinguished.
"Thorne," he said, his voice low, "this candle has been lit recently. It hasn’t been long since this candle was burning."
Thorne’s eyes widened. "You think someone was here recently?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.