Chapter 682

• When Lucien Delano surfaced to the world of the living, it was late evening. He sat up, groaning, and scowled, squinting at the world outside the curtains.
• It was becoming dark and looked like it had been snowing.
• He looked out of the window again, grimacing darkly and lay down once more, trying to get his bearings. As he always did, he turned to look a the place where Proserpina customarily slept, but there was no sign of her occupancy, no slight depression of the pillow beside him to indicate that she had been beside him the previous night…he put out a large hand, to feel the space her body usually curled up in and frowned …it was cold.