Quinn sat in the rec room in a lotus position on the floor. Candles burned around him and patterns were drawn on the floor with black powder. It would clean up easy later on when all of this was over.
His eyes were closed and he didn't move a muscle. Quinn was not at home in his body at the moment.
Seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into an hour.
Then his eyes snapped open and he unfolded his legs.
"He's there," he said without bothering to see if anyone else was in the room.
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