When Fairytales revealed who she was, for a split-second Charles' heart relocated to his throat. Wilhelm Grimm had warned him that Fairytales was going around and enacting vengeance on people. Bad people. Child molesters.
What if she was trying to trap him.
Fairytales put her head in his lap and Charles very nearly raised his hands in the air and shouted that he wasn't going to do anything. He wasn't guilty. He had never done anything bad and his feelings were unbidden and not his fault.
But something in the way she said she got what she deserved-
Instead he softened and rested a hand on his shoulder and hoped she wasn't here to kill him. Before she had gotten her vengeance on, they had been friends. He knew she wasn't really a child. "Fairytales," he said, since she hadn't given him an alias. "You look...so young. What happened?"