44 Blueberry Hill, Thursday Evening

[holdingontolove]

Cole had spent another fruitless day searching the Underworld for more information about Anton or a spell to restore Phoebe. Killing demons was nice for dealing with his frustration, but right now he was drained, sitting outside the house on the porch steps, his face in his hands as he struggled not to lose himself in despair. What if it was already too late to save Phoebe?

[For agreatthief, but open.]