Chapter 17

The pain will cut away memories of old.

Those were the words revealed on the parchment paper when the chalice exploded. The letters black red and burning before their eyes, and the chalice, despite the blast, sitting there undamaged and glinting from the sunlight pouring into their windows. Rose, Jericho, and Trick sat on the table for the rest of the day, wondering what the words meant. But they came up with nothing, and before they knew it, Jericho had announced his exhaustion and pulled Rose into their bedroom with him.

So, now Rose was lying on the floor where she slept the night before, still fighting the blush that crept up her cheeks at Jericho's insistence that they share the same room again.

"Is it really more comfortable?" Jericho asked her softly from where he was laying on the bed.

"What?" Rose started. By the drained expression on his face earlier, she thought he had already fallen asleep.

"The floor, Rose," Jericho said in mock impatience, "Is it more comfortable tha