"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, just as

of tarot cards from his coat pocket.

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

between his brows. Both of them felt a twist of unease. Julius had always had a strange knack for these readings. He was never wrong. If he looked this unsettled,

honestly, if anyone was good enough for

the verdict?" Quentin asked as

at

for a long moment, then said, "You... I don't know how to

that supposed to mean? Not

know," Julius muttered, 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.

didn't want her heart broken. But not being able to see anything at all? That was rare. And Silas, for all purposes alive and well, fast...

his skin

bewildered. "Hold up, what do you mean he's

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