Chapter 67 The Invocation Of Souls (I)

• We leave the temple, careful to keep a little distance between us but never too far apart. Every step feels like walking a tightrope—close enough to feel his presence, far enough not to touch.
• We hadn’t planned what we’d do for the day; the ritual rules had seemed simple enough at the time. Now they feel impossible.
• He reaches for my hand out of habit, but I shake my head quickly. His smile is small but full of amusement. He gestures for me to follow instead.