C261 Idiot!

Hollis didn't want to seek help, yet his heart was already in turmoil.

Love, he realized, couldn't be compelled into existence.

Seated beside Clarissa's bed, the soothing scent of incense wafted through the guest room. As he watched the woman lying there, his eyes betrayed a helplessness he couldn't voice.

He had called Wensel late into the night, and through the grogginess of sleep