“No, It’s okay.” He answered softly. “I feel like I’ve heard it before.” Beau sighed, running one hand up his arm, smoothing the oil into it. He looked up as Llewellyn brought the towel closer. He still needed to read the section and the letters that he’d been given. The past week had just been so strange and he hadn’t found the time.
Beau sighed, “I need to warn Vi.” He said softly, leaning against the side of the tub.