DEVIN
I pushed open the door to our father's study, the air heavy with the scent of ancient parchment and ink. Now that the house was full, Jason was using it more often. It was the first place I proceeded to check, and I was right.
Jason was hunched over the only desk in the room, surrounded by a sea of old documents. He looked up as I entered, his eyes narrowing at my somber expression.
"You look glum," he remarked, not missing a beat in his perusal of the documents. He looked back down and continued. “Did the eyes of Cassandra say something else to f**k you over?”
I leaned against a bookshelf with my arms folded. "It is actually Valentine," I replied. My voice tinged with frustration. Because I frankly did not get it. I was certain the damned seer had a hand to play with the comp
