Oh, God, what had he done to deserve this cold, bright hell? Was it all of the premarital sex? That had to be it. Or not going to church in months. No, it was definitely that one, going back to church would be easy. Or giving up sugar. Lord, hear me, if this punishment could end swiftly I promise to deny myself the indulgence of sugar. Meanwhile, while Sitwell lay shivering in the snow, the tips of his ears already frozen numb and his body temperature dropping at an exponential rate relative to the steady blood loss, he could take comfort in the thought of Jan's selfless embrace. He probably deserved this.
With his eyes squeezed shut against the white light reflected off of the ice, Sitwell thought he could hear the hissing and groans of the vampires taunting him from the darkened doorway of the castle but couldn't stop his teeth chattering long enough to be sure. He had to pry his hands from where he had tucked them into his coat sleeves to wrap clumsily around the light Coulson had left him with and point it in the general direction of that loathed structure. This was pathetic.