Lawrence and I left the club, me in a daze, him radiating fury.
Once we retrieved his car, I allowed Sir Raleigh to emerge from my purse and curl up on my lap. He purred as I stroked his soft fur and tried to calm the whirling of my thoughts.
Lawrence stayed silent until we turned on to Peachtree, a strangely named street considering there were no peach trees, and asked, "You're considering it, aren't you?"
I buried my face in my hands. "I don't know what else to do." Ellerin's words echoed in my brain—"We're running out of time. So is she." Is this what he meant? That soon I would no longer be able to defeat the soul-eater because it grew so strong?
"I wasn't all right with the risk to you before, but now it seems the safer choice would be to try to talk to it, see what it wants."
Si
