Grimoire's presence inside of me is unfazed after his revelations from the morning. I swear his book form even looks cheerful, sitting there on the table.
You seem worried, Selene says, sounding distracted.
"I am. I still don't agree with Grimoire."
About the summoning?
"Yes. Wouldn't you know if you were summoned?"
I suppose. Selene goes quiet for a bit, before asking, How does Lucas feel about it?
Lucas.
He's standing by the window, watching the light rain drizzle across our world. The soft patter of droplets on glass is the only sound outside of my voice. Sister Miriam and Vester left a while ago, leaving us to contemplate our next move. Lucas hasn't spoken since they departed, his thoughts as opaque as the cloudy sky outside.
"I don't know."
He seems ambivalent to the idea of summoning his wolf, but I can't blame him.
