Finn's POV
The wooden gate closed behind them with a soft thud, cutting off the retreating voices of their friendly neighbors.
Finn let out a light chuckle.
"It seems you have an admirer," he said, glancing at Thalia with obvious amusement.
Thalia's expression remained unimpressed as she guided Ailin carefully along the dark path back to their little house. "Didn't you say you would lock up your Transcendent and divine power entirely?"
Finn raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't use any divine power at all—"
"You know what I mean." Thalia sighed in exasperation.
"Huh? Don't tell me…" Silvana, who'd been walking slightly ahead, turned back with a raised eyebrow. "Did you actually use your Transcendent power back in there?"
"Using a little touch of Error doesn't hurt," Finn said casually. "It's not like anyone can sense it."
"I sensed it," Thalia cut in immediately.
