"You guys are Callie's brothers. Whatever makes you happy, I'm fine with it," Silas said, his tone casual.

Julius glanced up, a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Aren't you worried Callie might not agree?"

Silas shook his head. "Not really. If you guys are bold enough to bring this up, I figure you must have a way to get Callie on board. Anyway, that's your problem, not mine. If I used Callie as an excuse right now, I'm pretty sure none of you would buy it."

He was sharp, and none of them could deny that.

The three brothers exchanged glances, each nodding, temporarily satisfied.

"Oh, by the way, mind if I read your fortune?" Julius asked.

Silas barely hesitated. "Go ahead. You're Callie's brother. Whatever you want to know, knock yourself out."

Julius grinned, his curiosity piqued. "Alright, no holding back then."

my guest," Silas replied,

deck of tarot cards from his

and Julius started shuffling, his face gradually growing more serious with

Julius had always had

scrutinize him, but honestly, if anyone was good enough for Callie, well, it just might be this guy. She clearly liked him, and besides, who

the verdict?" Quentin asked as soon

looked at Julius, hanging on his next

"You... I don't know how to explain this,

"What's that supposed to mean? Not

shaking his head. "I've never had this happen before. It's like... there's this fog, and I can't see anything ahead for you. Not for you, not for Callie.

never had a reading turn up like this, especially not for Callie. He didn't want her to have a tough future. He definitely didn't want her heart broken. But not being able to see anything at all? That was rare. And Silas, for all purposes alive

his

frowned, bewildered. "Hold up, what

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