Antonin tossed the parchments from his Edinboro factor back on his desk when Morag came into the library.
Smiling wryly, he held out his arms to his wife. "I try not to blame the universe for bad luck and stupid behavior by mortal men. Something else I should know about?"
"Then, dear lady, there is the fact that you haven't been sleeping well, or much at all, lately. Do we need to get away from here for a while?"