"But..."

Kylan began to interject, only to be cut off by Tyrone. "Have you accomplished what I asked of you?"

"Mr. Blakely, rest assured. I've contacted the St. Carleigh Church, and you can visit whenever you wish."

"Alright." Tyrone hung up the call.

His gaze drifted off to the horizon, he sighed lightly, determination flooding his eyes.