Ronan Lynch was damned. Whether it was because of who he loved or what he was. He was well and truly damned. And he hated it. What good was his religion if it only served as a reminder to him that he was corrupted. Something unlovable to his god. But would he stop loving that way? Never. Besides. Churches were empty. Quiet. A good place for Dreamers.

It had happened that day at Aglionby. He'd been walking to Latin with Adam and Gansey, when they spotted the door to the basement ajar. The same place Cheng had taken Gansey last month. As they slipped down the stairs, Ronan cursed loudly.

There, on the floor, a dreamer. Some kid from his Latin class. Another dreamer. Asleep, obviously. But by the amount that they were bringing back, they had no control. They were a loose canon. No knowledge of what. They were or what they could do.

Jesus fucking christ. This was bloody ironic.

He’d brought them to a church, to try and help. Why? No bloody clue. But he sympathized, although hed never admit it. The saltatie of Mart stood looming over him. He almost laughed. Now you were both on the front pew in silence.

“Are you religious? Spoiler, dreamers aren't built for religion"