Back to The Temple

The door clicked shut.

Calix stood before the closed door, the emblem of the Temple engraved deep into its surface.

It was the very same symbol he’d grown up seeing—one that once gave him purpose.

Now, just looking at it twisted something in his chest.

With a sigh, he set the small pouch of medicine the physician had given him down on the bedside table.

He looked down at Heesoo, fast asleep, and let out a slow breath.

Always so fragile.

If he so much as looked away, she’d fall apart all over again.

This place would eat her alive without him.

“You really make a habit of this, don’t you.”

He hadn’t meant to return to the Temple so soon—certainly not to this Temple, the one presided over by the Archbishop himself.

His plan had been to talk things through with his companions first.

But when he’d felt the heat radiating off her burning skin, all of that had gone out the window.