Part 1853 – Proud Of His Boy

If he were ever unfaithful to me…if he threw himself into a hot and steamy love affair with Elsie behind my back, would he be able to get through a single day without telling me about it?

No, I know him. I know my Ambrose. He’d become overwrought with guilt. He’d tell me within two hours.

“I trust you, Ambrose.”

“You have no idea how much that means to me. How much you loving me and wanting me means to me.”

He muffled a yawn, but she still heard it. “I’d better let you go.”

“Stay with me, Barbara. Don’t leave me.”

She smiled.

He sounds so hopelessly tired.

“Okay, kitten. I’ll stay.”


Ambrose rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “There are so many scents. So many.” His pupils widened as he caught Hildreth’s raspberry jam and dried wood scent. “But I know that one.” He plowed through the layers of life and death and all of the smells associated with both.


I hope Hildreth doesn’t go into violent idiot mode. I am in no mood to fight him again. I’d probably bite him just to make him stop.

He frowned as he considered that last thought.

I don’t know if that made sense or not. Seems like it was bordering on nonsense. I’d have to ask Isellta when Robin brings him home on Sunday.


Sunday is tonight.

Tonight, I’ll get married.

Tonight, Robin will rescue Robin. No, that’s not quite right. Robin will rescue…rescue…

Forget it. I don’t feel like thinking right now.

“Barbara, are you still there?”

“Yes. Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Tired.”

“Well. It is daytime. I guess you should be tired.”

He coughed out an exhausted laugh. “Ha. Brat.”

She giggled.

“Love you, though. Barbara.” He stopped. “You know that, right? You know I love you?”

“mmm. I’ve known it for some time now.”

He smiled and resumed walking.


LM’s wings rustled as Elsie marched into the room unannounced. “You’re back.”

Raven looked up in surprise. “I do beg your pardon, Miss Vansing. I do not intend to be rude, but where is Master Farsigh?”

“Ambrose is getting him.”

“ah. May I ask why you did not go with him?”

She gave him the cold glare of instant death. “No.” She strode over to the second armchair near the window.

Maelin saw her coming and quickly abandoned the seat.

Elsie took her place.

Maelin looked concerned. “Did he do something to you?”

“No.” Elsie’s cold expression thawed. “No, he didn’t do anything to me. And he could have. We were alone. Barbara wasn’t there and neither was Hildreth. We could have had one last kiss, one last makeout session.”

Elsie rubbed her wrist. “He could have bit me for old time’s sake. He didn’t do anything. I thought for a moment that he was going to kiss me, but he walked away. He left me without trying anything.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“No. If he had tried to do anything to me, I would have punched him. Whatever we have between us is no longer enough. I want Hildreth, that stupid idiot with his deliberate interest in high caloric foods. I love him. He makes me happy. Hildreth makes me feel safe. He makes me feel loved.”

Elsie thought about Hildreth and Ambrose. Two completely different men. “I never thought things could be so reversed. I never thought Hildreth could take Ambrose’s place in my heart.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know you and I’m downloading all of my soul to you.”

Maelin laughed. “Don’t worry about it. The secrets of your soul are safe with me.”

Elsie gave the other woman a long, considering look. “I believe you.”


Raven hadn’t meant to eavesdrop on Elsie’s conversation about Ambrose. It was just one of those things that accidently happened.

He was glad that it had happened.

Elsie’s words made him feel tremendously proud of Ambrose. They warmed his heart.

“When Ambrose returns, I will be sure to hug him.” he told Missy.

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