When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
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