[ Connections. The word in relationship to them darkens her gaze, and she is quick to look away but slow to answer. ]

Beloved Lucifer was sent to his room without supper…some time ago? Mm... Months. Just after I returned to London. More months here.

[ Hearing ‘that’ name only breaks her heart again, and there is no difference between the memory and now. She had once repressed the memory of it for so long, and now she can never be allowed to forget it. She is here—she is there. ]

Dracula is only one of many lives lived by that Hidden One. This morning, he reeked of fear. ...Perhaps he already knew.