VALENTINE
His eyes searched mine as if looking for something to say. His mind was decided, even if he was trying to convince himself it was selfish to make that choice. Devin wanted me close. His mind was still a very open book. He was worried that something would happen. He didn't trust the ring. He didn't trust magic.
Finally, he spoke. "I don't think following me is a good idea. You are still healing. You should rest. Maybe eat."
"Frankly, I am not hungry and I will take any opportunity to escape the confines of this empty big house."
"Empty?" Devin cherry-picked on that one word. "The packhouse is-"
"You know very well what I mean." I cut in.
"The eye of Cassandra is not a place to get away from things like an attempt on your life. You are fine here. If it is a date you want, th
