Chapter 591

A flicker of excitement crossed Terence's calm eyes as he reached out and took Lily's hand. "Lily, does that mean—" Lily pointed to the small inscription on the wall beside them. "It says here that you have to hold hands when entering the chapel, or it won't work." "Alright." Terence held her soft hand, his palm involuntarily dampening with a thin layer of sweat. "Let's go in." His voice trembled slightly. The warmth from his hand seeped into Lily's palm, spreading all the way to her chest. A warm and fuzzy feeling settled in her heart, but it was also tinged with sadness. How many times had she timidly reached for Xavier's hand, only to feel the same sense of inadequacy? The person who opened the door for them was a young priest, about 15 or 16 years old. He was still half-asleep. After letting them in, he pointed them in the right direction and handed them a flashlight before going back to the gatehouse to continue his slumber. Terence walked ahead, holding the flashlight in o