#Chapter 206: Prayer

Charles The crisp night air did little to quell the inferno raging within me. Leaving Grace like that when she was clearly spiraling? Not my finest moment. Still, if I had stayed any longer, I probably would have made it worse. She needed time to settle into her new instincts, and that would not happen if I was still around, making her instincts stand on edge with things I couldn't tell her just yet. However, a part of me wondered if I would ever be able to tell her everything. I'd cultivated oceans of patience over the years, but Grace somehow turned that into a trickle. It may be because we were too close. It may have been the situation we were in. It may have been just a difference in culture and how stubborn she seemed to be about her worldview. I couldn’t afford to think about that right now. The revelation about Astarte, about Set and their daughter, burned too bright to ignore–too dangerous to leave alone. I can only hope that I am right, but I need answers. I needed to