A FEW DAYS LATER…

ELLIOT

I sign my name on the line with mixed emotions. In truth, I feel somewhat guilty. I accused and tortured an innocent man—to some extent.

But I was the first to make the mistake of trusting him completely.

He had started as a butler in my parents’ service, and I had known him for years.

However, in the end, all that trust, including his bond with the housekeeper, had led to the vilest betrayal.

I take my seal and finally finalize Mr. Wallace’s retirement.

He will leave for the countryside to live with his daughter. I granted him a generous pension, partly to ease my conscience.

Our farewell was stiff, and I confess it left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door is suddenly tapped gently.

"It’s our mate." Vorath immediately perks up, shaking off his earlier boredom and huffing.

"Come in," I say, pushing the papers aside.

The scent of lavender floods the room as soon as she enters, making our mouths water. She carries a tray with a coffee pot,