“Haha...Holy shit, you’re him. Cole MacGrath. The Patron Saint of New Marais...I grew up heatin’ stories about you...”
It wasn’t often that the conduit was strarstruck, but to be standing in the presence of Cole? The same man who showed that Conduits could be heroes if given the chance? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Then she realized how messy her little hovel was.
“Uh, sorry ‘bout the mess. I generally don’t have company.”
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