*Jack*
Lounging on a couch in the library, I drink my whiskey, grateful I had the foresight to bring a couple of bottles from Luc’s. I had planned to return to my new residence to discuss the arrangements with the widow, and I have decided we both need a good shot of the devil’s brew to fortify ourselves for what is certain to be an arduous process of working out the particulars regarding the care of her son. I don’t expect her to agree with anything I suggest.
I was quite surprised when I arrived and discovered the coach being readied for the Luna’s hasty retreat. It’s been a long time since the devil has possessed me, and I am not in the habit of frightening she-wolves, but I couldn’t refrain from settling myself in the coach and awaiting her arrival. Unfortunately, I didn’t take into
