It was late morning when Mary slipped into the room to join them, she curled up in the bed behind Elizabeth burying her nose in the girl's soft smelling hair and drifting off to sleep. He slid out of the bed and got dressed, he made his way down the stairs, someone had already untied Milos he was glad for that. The house was quiet all the minions and the newly arrived masters sleeping.
As Charles made his way to the kitchen he thought about the past with Elizabeth, he worried about the next time she tried to kill herself that she might actually succeed. He thought about all the times she had tried to escape, she had learned so much from all of the previous attempts.
He thought about the six weeks she had been away from him in Berlin, Ciaran and his stupid three paces behind the va
