Chapter 148 Framed

• Charles
• I sat in my office at Grace's house, waiting for Astarte to answer. George was tense in the chair across the desk from me, ready to take notes. The projection was of a spinning hourglass as we waited. The seconds seemed to weigh heavily on me. Then, she answered, wearing vibrant blue lingerie this time. I wasn't sure if I was ready to have this conversation, but it needed to be had now, especially with the letter. Her eyes were warm as she appeared, then cooled.
• "So... we're doing this now."