The soft sound of Gansey's feet echoed through the empty pews in the church. No one was with him. Except they were. Noah Czerny sat silently in the first seat, shoulder slumped. Anyone else would have thought it was a trick of the light but not Gansey. Noah's image flickered slightly in the bright summer light streaming from the stained glass window. "Noah, where's Ronan?" "No idea, ask Adam."