A Honeymoon, or a Funeral? That was the question teetering back and forth, with me at its equinox. It was a delicate balance, and the slightest mistake could mean that I would quickly go from getting what I wanted to becoming immortally tied to Hades himself.I couldn’t sleep after Charles left last night, but that was fine. It had given me so much time to think about what I’d learned. As the sun hovered over the countryside, and the willow’s shadows crept along the garden like curious little hands, I came to the conclusion that I'm certain Charles must have been expecting me to make. He would have to be headless not to realize what I was going to ask of him.Thomasine was silent today, and I was a little absent minded, but at least the screams had ceased. They were finally gone, faded, but there was still no sign of Yvette. I feared and assumed the worst, of course.By noon I was fast asleep, and gladly. I hated waiting for my time with Charles, and this solved my empty time space.
