Chapter 522

• Proserpina
• After Lucien Delano left, the house seemed to be a hollow shell. I was pining for him, I thought in amazement when I found that I had been staring at the same page on the screen for an hour and had not made a single annotation, not a single new word typed in.
• Wretched, I stood up and stretched. The happy gurgle of Rudy’s chuckles floated up from the lawn and I smiled. The boy was a charmer, and all the people who came in contact with him were eating out of his hand in no time.