My men have kept the house under full observation at all times. It was becoming too personal. Karl hesitated, his eyes dark with fugitive emotions. Inner strength or death-wish; something compelled her to move towards the window.
Karl gazed up at the stars glittering icily through a web of branches. A sacrament. Do I want to step back through the veil, be human again? That was the best time. I was not going to.