Without taking his eyes from Minerva, the young man leaned toward Colin. “Mr. Sand, do you think it’s possible to fall in love in the space of a single day?” He smiled. “I wouldn’t know. I only fall in love at night. Never lasts beyond breakfast, though.” Gilbert sent him a confused look. “B-but . . . But I thought you—” “We all have our demons, Gilbert.” He clapped the young man on the shoulder and leaned close. “A word of advice. Cleave to the bosom of the Church.”
