Harriet's POV.
Penelope had not given me a time of her day.
She had been raving about how Devon's younger brother was coming and she needed to set everything in order.
I didn't know what the fuse was about but apparently each time I said that to Penelope, she glared at me and wouldn't speak to me for the next hour. It was quite scary and I didn't know if I ever wanted to experience her angry.
I had been looking all over Devon for the past week, albeit all his threats of me not entering his study room or going anywhere he was seen.
He had gotten relatively better, his face had brought back the color that it had, despite him being a vampire, he looked more like a human being to me each time we encountered each other. He didn't look confused as he was in the earlier days of his wak
