Charlotte looked ready for murder. Chances were she just needed someone to take out her nervous energy on. I was shocked she hadn't killed him already, to be totally honest about it. As she glared down at him he continued to smile at me, sweet face as creepy as ever, especially knowing what madness lurked behind his gentle eyes.

"Forgive me," he said, shuffling forward on his hands and knees to bend over and press his forehead to the top of my foot. "I told you the truth when ...