VALENTINE
I waited for the longest time for Cillian to step outside. I wasn't even sure why I listened to him when he asked me not to say a word about my dilemma to Quentin. The warlock would understand. Perhaps even get things fixed as soon as possible.
Soon enough, Cillian stepped back outside looking paler than I remembered him looking. The look on his face made me wonder if he told Quentin about my condition.
The rune on my hand tingled. This time it didn't sting. It felt more like a tickle. I gained access to Cillian's thoughts without even trying and the disappointment I felt deep inside became clear as day.
"Really?" I scoffed.
"I'll lead you to the church's bathroom," he said. "You should wash off the blood and grime off your body and get a clean change of clothes."
"I am
