Chapter 161: Darkest Arts—Persuadå

There was a scarlet sun in the skies when Rafel and Cora breezed out of the cathedral. It was a nice, alpine evening, dimming wonderfully into night in the countryside. They had spent nearly four hours cooped up in there. Cora turned as the carriage man they'd left behind hailed and brought his buggy over; the man was still waiting. It made Cora wonder just how much Rafel had tipped him.

As the carted vehicle rumbled up to the sidewalk, Cora petted the mane of the first Chestnut horse in front and said with a whimsical look behind to the grand gray dome of the church.

"I'm not gonna miss this place."

Rafel glanced with her to the majestic turrets and folding eaves, and the crowblack steeple; he held the door open for her. "Me neither."