Proserpina

Schwartz was the one who suggested that we should ask about in the local areas. He wanted to accompany me but I firmly insisted that he should rest a while more.

‘” Dear James,’ I said, kissing his cheek, ‘You are my very best friend and I would trust you with my life a million times over. ’Then, straightening up, I smiled and went on,

‘But for that, I need you alive and intact.’

His eyes held a faraway, wistful look but he roared with laughter and held my hand, giving it a small squeeze before nodding.

‘Go ahead, then, little lady.’

And turning to Phillippe who stood, hands...