Father Trevelyan was up to something.
He left the balcony, energized, having successfully created a diversion for Brandy and Ray. But there was more to it. He was still on a mission; a man with an idea. He ran past Luis, downstairs, looking to share that idea with Aimee.
Luis secured the balcony door then sat on the gallery rail. He didn"t intend to overhear their discussion but wasn"t about to sit in a corner with his fingers in his ears either. He split the difference, watching the door with one eye and listening with one ear.
“It is possible, you see,” Trevelyan said, “they cannot take the sunlight.”
“Take the sunlight?” Aimee asked.
“Abide it, yes. I"ve been putting together a mythology in my head. Trying to decipher what laws govern these creatures. The common thread I"ve witness
