Edward—a rather diffident Athos—was as withdrawn as Charlotte in his way. It's vile, she whispered. Across the corner of the frame hung a crucifix apparently made of tightly-woven hair. I wanted it.
He placed a cup in her hands. What will this do to Father? I can't be this cruel… After he lost Mother, and Fleur… Karl held her, not trying to soothe her. My patience is boundless. He saw it, but was incapable of accepting or believing it.
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