Although strained, we continued our conversation until Calais started to feel weak. I assisted him to the bedroom to lie down. I sat with him stroking his long, soft hair. Moaning, he whispered, “I’ve never felt like this before. What was in the tea?”
I rested my forehead against him and whispered, “I will fix you, my Light, but I will also make sure whoever did this is punished.”
“Eurydice was never behind you. It wasn’t real. I wanted to teach you a lesson. We couldn’t, I mean, I couldn’t ever let someone beg me to get a soul back when it’s gone.”
“What, your phone? I…don’t know. Is that important right now, Father?” Zelus replied incredulously.
