"I have to take you somewhere, honey. Meet me in the parking lot of the manor in the evening."
Sinclair informed Syna on the call before leaving his cabin for a meeting.
He knew that it was necessary to clear up the things before she could do any false assumptions and fall prey to misunderstandings again in this life. The Lord already had a hunch that Syna got hurt by how Braille behaved and he could feel her heart aching.
"Huh? Okay."
Syna replied short with a glum tone and ended the call.
"Did the endless nights not drain the draughts of pleasure, which from passion like ours may unceasingly flow; Let us pass around the chalice of love's bliss in full measures; and quaff the remains of such nectar below; thee is a single Dandelion in the kingdom; the finest to admire; bring the stinging nettles to such foreign journeys as part of thy attire; touch my lips and speak softly to me; this luxurious slave I am simply to be;"
