The walk down the hallway with Creed was a silent one. I stayed a good two feet behind him, watching his back and feeling more and more nervous as we walked closer to the sound of the people. Creed had not said a word to me since he came to get me at the bar in the other room, but I had no doubt that it was him. For one, I could sense something heavy coming off of his figure just as I did that day when we were in the tea room with Augustine.
He was still upset over the deal he had made with her. Now that I was at the place where the Order of Heart gathered, the idea that he would have to send me away bothered him greatly. Not only that, but the fact that I could not be his and his alone. Tasting what I had to offer may have been a mistake. He should have waited until he was done with the
