*Lily*

I searched William's eyes as we stood in the beautiful Louvre museum contemplating if I should tell him what I had been pondering for so long. He had seemed adamant about refusing to help apprehend Jean Laurent. I did not want to aggravate him further, and yet I felt like this was the right thing to do.

He seemed tense, his broad shoulders stood taunt as he faced me. His eyes bore into my own, his mouth horizontal in a fine line, no smile to be ...