AnswersLenora lays helpless, completely at his mercy. She is unconscious, not struck by some mighty blow he dealt her. If only he had. How fate still robs him of his revenge. She lies dreaming, he thinks some sweet dream, her exposed arm wrapped around his pillow, unwitting his hatred of her, the danger he assures himself she is in. He was not concerned by how she had come to be here, for that immediate truth lay fresh in his memories. Nor were the events that led them to this moment of respite, for those are eternally etched on his soul. He was instead puzzling her uncanny ability to escape justice for the crimes she had committed.
He takes a deep breath and settles back against the head board of his bed, sleep unwilling to claim him as generously as it had her. His thoughts wound around the old questions that he had been battling with for the last decade and a half, if not longer. Certainly longer. Time is such a trivial thing that gets muddled, mere minutes of contemplation get mistaken fo