Helena loved him. If only that was enough to stop the dislike that was seething through her. It made her feel dirty and uncomfortable. "I feel like I very much dislike the Baron." She pouted up at Fred, knowing that he felt the same way.
The thing was, as much as she disliked the Baron, always had, up until recently, and at the time of her death, he had been one of her best friends. That had again recently changed when he turned around and called her a whore.
"I was not expecting. It would have been different if I had opened it on my own." She shook her head and leaned against Fred, cuddling up against him.