Chapter 741
- He was sitting in the semi-darkness, with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand when the door opened after a soft knock and his Woman appeared, framed in the doorway before she entered.
- Proserpina sighed as she shut the door and leaned against the door , silently grieving for her husband.
- He sat at the table, his jacket thrown carelessly over a chair, his shirt open, legs splayed.