Communication and Compromise
All I wanted to do was curl up in the library with Joshua, in one of the plush chairs big enough for both of us, and read, or talk, or nap, any kind of quiet rest from the past day, unhurried time for Joshua to recover, for me to be relieved to have him alive.
I didn’t want a party any more than I understood what Baard meant when we passed by the castle to find him standing out front announcing that there would be one.
We stopped by Spectrebrook only long enough to clean ourselves up. I slipped the Ripper communicator into the back of one of my dresser drawers under the pretext of looking for a clean shift to change into, trying to push away the prickle of guilt and find my partying spirit.
I assumed it would be much like most of our time at the castle, jus
