Raphael
As I sat at the back of the room, listening as members shot questions at and reamed Obsidian, I realized I hadn’t done everything I could to protect Constance the night before. Part of me wanted to believe I had, but the truth of it was I hadn’t. I had been more worried about myself and I was feeling guilty about it. When Constance saved me, she hadn’t been worried about herself, or being caught alone with me. She had only ever been concerned about my own safety and health.
I had done her an injustice, and I was determined to make it up to her.
And, from the looks of it, Obsidian was ready to give her a chance too.
“I believe she can help us,” Obsidian replied to one member.
“She is an Erickson! How are we suppos
