Like always, Claude had been waiting. As soon as I appeared, he pulled me into his arms and buried his head on my shoulder, as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time. Time in the library passed differently, but this time, only a day on Earth had gone by.
He looked exhausted, but thankfully, his injuries were gone, and his condition had improved. He must have let another Minder cleanse him.
"They've set a date," he muttered without lifting his face. I rested my head on his chest.
Honestly, I thought I might be back too late to avoid attending the ceremony. But that was just cowardice.
I took a deep breath and asked, "When?"
"Tomorrow." His hug tightened.
I wrapped my arms around him and patted his shoulders. When I yelled at Mammon in the underground chamber for killing his brother, Claude had been in shock. I realized he must have believed that Allen would survive.
