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She frowned slightly, trying to place it. Nothing came to mind. Quincy sighed, her gaze drifting out the window to the buildings lining the street. Across the street, a giant Kael Industries billboard flickered to life. Kaelen's face filled the screen. It was the same photograph she'd seen around the city more than once, his expression as cold as ever. Quincy looked away, too tired to think much of it. A moment later, her eyes found the billboard again. She stared at it for a second before it finally clicked. Adrian. He looked a little like Kaelen.

"Talia, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I just want you here alone." Talia couldn't feel reassured. She said anxiously, "But you're bleeding so much." Facing the cold wind, Quentin actually smiled. He said gently, "I know my own condition. I'll be fine." He loved Talia too much to let himself die. Now that he had something to live for, he thought of Talia before doing anything. Seeing him like this, Talia gradually calmed down. She stayed by the window, keeping him company. After about half a minute, seeing Talia's face had turned red from the cold wind, Quentin smiled and said, "Alright. I'm coming in now."

Without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to the bite on her leg, trying to draw out the venom. Lydia, shocked by the sensation, protested, "Quincy, don’t! It’s dangerous for you too." He ignored her, spitting out the tainted blood. His voice was steady, "I can’t let anything happen to you. I brought you out here, and I’m going to make sure you get back safely." Lydia’s eyes filled with tears, touched by his actions. Quincy wasn’t one for sweet words, but his actions spoke volumes. "Quincy, we have to get back together, safely," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

It’s similar to the one we saw when we met Arion. “Quinn, this could be the second trial,” I muse. “Are you sure?” she asks, her eyes searching mine for certainty. “I’m not sure, but it’s definitely the same symbol we saw in the ruins,” I state calmly. “Then let’s see where it leads,” Quinn says.

He would open as many locks as he could for as long as he could. Jumping down from the engine house, Quincy scooped up the cooper’s hammer Roger earlier used to open barrels. He knelt beside Newt. The boy didn’t look so well. His teeth were clenched in a rictus of pain. Bloodshot eyes glowed like red moons in a grey face. Quincy recognized imminent death: he could smell it on him, as he’d smelled it on back-alley gin rats and, once, on a deep-cut kid bleeding out on the sidewalk.

When I asked Quinn about the mark, he said it was the sign of Lyceum's kin. Suddenly, it all began to make sense to me. This 'Nothing' is some kin to the Lyceums, and most likely, she had been scared by one of them. Red was the trademark color of all Lyceums, so her hair changing just made me think even more she was discovered by them. I feel sorry for her. Lyceums are not gentle with their kin. ~~~ “Can I help you with something?” Yada asked the man behind her. He had followed six blocks. She knew he was following her because she slipped through a café two blocks back, and he was still there.

I couldn't figure out why Quentin had brought me here. Suddenly, a glass of red wine smashed at my feet, splashing a few drops onto my shoes. "Oops, my hand slipped. Winnie, why don't you clean that up?" Amelia's voice dripped with malice. I snapped my head up and looked at them. Then, I met Quentin's eyes. "What are you waiting for? You didn't think I brought you here to actually enjoy the party, did you?" he questioned. The frost in his stare sent a chill down my spine. The image of Mom with her eyes closed flashed in my mind. I looked down and slowly crouched.

She laid it on the bed with a grimace. “What are you guys wearing?” she asked. “Don't worry, we have to wear robes, too," William said placatingly. "It's just standard procedure." “Do your robes look like this?” she asked, gesturing toward the offending garment. William glanced at it. "Immortals tend to be very symbolic and hold to ancient customs, especially here,” he said. “Then what symbol is this supposed to be?" she asked. "Because if I'm going into a room full of monsters who view me as a steak dinner, I'd rather not go in looking like an offering."

She shook her head and said, “That’s impossible! He won’t die!” “These are his ashes. Do you want to take a look?” Quincy had brought the box of Dayton’s ashes over! Hayley stared at the box of ashes in shock. She scolded her loudly, “You evil b*tch! He’s not dead! You’re cursing him!” “I won’t talk nonsense with you. You guys need to move out at once.” Quincy would not go easy on both of them. “I won’t leave! You don’t have the right to kick me out!” Hayley shouted in rage.

Quincy didn’t move from his place, he calmly looked at the woman, “Hello mother.” Oh that’s his mom? She really is high spirited. I guess it really isn’t her. She looks very healthy and pretty. No, she’s actually quite beautiful. “What do you mean hello? Esra is-” She paused, “Wait.” She turned her head to me, “You, It’s you!” She jumped in my direction and held my hand, “You’re the one who supplied Quincy with blood.” Blood? Supply? Oh right! I get it. I finally know why Quincy needed that blood. It was his food.