Elara stood in the cold alley, facing Grace Light. Surprisingly, she did not feel afraid.
Uneasy, maybe. Confused, definitely. But not scared. After everything that had happened, after the possessed students, the demon woman Lilith, Mira's corpse, and nearly dying to Jason Vrell, The Saintess candidate looked exactly as she always did – soft-edged, golden-haired, radiating that faint holy warmth that seemed to follow her wherever she went.
It was just Grace. The Saintess.
Elara let the silence hang a moment longer than necessary, using it to study the other girl the way Ronan might have.
"Did you follow me?"
Grace offered a smallsmile and shook her head. "No. I was the one who sent the message."
The unease that had been a low hum in Elara's stomach twisted. The letter? Ronan had sent that letter for her to meet him here. It felt so much like him that she didn't question it could be anyone else but him.
"What do you mean?"
