Chapter Six
Ravel had no explanations for why my trips to other lands were so filled with evil men and their vile deeds.
“Perhaps, it’s within you, not something manufactured from without,” he said.
“That couldn’t be. I’ve never thought these things before!”
“I can’t conjecture more.”
“Louisa thinks you bring these worlds in through your antiques.”
“Louisa’s a bit of a loony,” he said.
“But it makes as much sense as anything,” I defended the idea.
“Then why have I not been taken myself? Why just women?”
“There have been others?”
“Yes, several.”
“Where are they now?”
“They were my former lovers, and as former lovers do, they are on to other men.”
“Did they fear coming here?”
“Some.”
“And how did they leave?” I asked.
“I think satisfied. Certainly they learned something a
