Chapter 173 Halos (3)

• And she made her decision.
• He sat in the room, his legs crossed on the table, a cigar between his fingers as he watched the ceiling. Another night, but it wasn't just any night; this was the end of the fourth month.
• She hadn't made up her mind—or she had, but he couldn't tell because they hadn't crossed paths since that night. He'd made certain of it by keeping himself as busy as possible so that when he returned, the manor was quiet.