Ms. Beale shuffled nervously and Charles looks at her.
"I apologize, Ms. Beale. I don't for a moment think you had anything to do with this or blame you. Elena will tell you I sometimes get emotional and hearing this is one of those times."
"It is hard to hear, and thank you for being brave enough to talk about it," I offered to Ms. Beale. "I think the public would react with similar outrage if they knew."
Ms. Beale nodded at us. Having felt the full effect of Charles' power, I felt sympathy with her unease. I reached over and squeezed her arm.
She inhaled, relaxed and then looked at me, her eyes quizzical. "Is it you that’s producing that divine fragrance?"
Charles and I started in surprise and looked at each other.
"You can smell me?"
Ms. Beale hesitated. "I don't know. It's not s
