She smiled but said nothing. Too bad he worked so much, or maybe he would have noticed that his wife was being drawn in by a devil.
Too many things keeping her here?An echo of vlad vlad vlad resounded in her brain.
She had a vision of blood, then. It was brief, and she seemed to momentarily lose her train of thought as she tracked it across her vision. An arc of blood, perfect, frozen, spurting from some unknown location to splash against Helena's door.
Then it was gone. Esme handed the bags over and inclined her head in acknowledgment of her thanks. "Of course." She paused, thinking, and added, "Merry Christmas."