Chapter 517

Cleo's words were like icy daggers, driving deeper and deeper into Quentin's heart.

Every word hurt, and mixed with it was a bitter, helpless rage. He dropped to his knees, hammering his fists wildly against the door.

"Shut up, Cleo! Just shut up! This can't be true, it isn't true! You're lying! It's gotta be a lie!"

Cleo crossed her arms, looking at the peephole with utter disdain.

"Professor Loc