Chapter 330 The Talk

• Charles
• Grace's knock broke through the haze of research that threatened to consume me. I'd hoped to find answers buried within the tomes and scrolls that littered my office. I knew it was in here somewhere, but I couldn't find it.
• Rising from my desk, I crossed the room and opened the door. Grace stood on the threshold, her shoulders slumped. She looked a little blue, crestfallen, beaten down, like she'd lost every bit of fight in her. She was dressed in a form-fitting dress and no coat, though she clearly had just come from outside. Her heels looked muddy. Tears streamed down her face. A wave of concern washed over me. I darted back to grab the throw blanket on the chair. I threw it around her and brought her inside as she started to cry.