Watson
Key and I have hardly spoken, since Scotland. I resurface, gasping, to her relieved adoration and her husband’s serious and stoic investment. We’d Waned away, with his permission. With my promise to return. With my vow to kill his creature. By the time we reached the flats, the others were bustling, preparing for the party. Key had a thousand things to do, but I know she wanted an explanation.
I didn’t give her one, of course. What could I say? Nothing that she could stomach. Certainly nothing that she wouldn’t fight me on. Instead, I kissed her, told her we could talk more about it later. I don’t think she liked it any more than I did, leaving her homeland without her freedom. But what does it matter? I am hers. Nothing can take me from her. Not even death.
So I did what it is t
