"I think you and I need to talk."
"Yes," I say affirmatively, nodding my head firmly. There certainly have been a few things on my mind recently to say the least, it would be nice to have a few of those issues panned out, so to speak.
Those strange, vision like memories seem like a solid start.
But before I can slide my hand into his, Alastor catches my wrist, holding me back.
"You aren't taking her to the Upper Realm again?" he asks Valerian warily, but there is a strain to his voice which makes me think the Upper Realm isn't the only thing he is worried about. But the Devil, being the mind reading enigma that he is, merely smiles, the effort of which causes lines to crease down the sides of his mouth. The smile, much like the look of disdain in his eyes, is not a genuine one. Whatever he finds in Alastor's mind, it is obvious he is not a fan of it.
