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adjust to, my angel,” he crooned, stroking her hair until she quieted. 
    The estate had lain mostly vacant for the better part of a century, with few updates beyond the addition of electricity and some modern appliances in the kitchen.  But it was elegantly appointed with high ceilings and lavish Edwardian furnishings.  Whatever provisions Lodinn had made for the place, the power was still on at least. 
    “I’m sorry to be such a bother,” Carys sniffed, her cool fingers slipping inside Jakob’s shirt to brush against his chest.  “I’m sure I’ll feel so much better after a hot bath and a few hours sleep.”
    “Of course you will,” Jakob agreed, kissing the top of her head, still carrying her as if she didn’t have the strength to walk on her own.  “Ulrik, go and fetch her something else to wear.”
    “Yeah, let me get right on that,” Bishop muttered, glad to have an excuse to leave the pair.  In the bedrooms upstairs, he found a wardrobe full of women’s clothing, too demure to belong to Carys, but he thought the sizes might not be too far off.  They were all fashioned from roughly the same time period as her dress, and he looked for the least complicated pieces, not wanting to be pressed into acting as her lady’s maid as well. 
    Laying the clothes out on the bed, he considered calling Anja to let her know that her hunch had been right.  They’d found Carys exactly where she’d told them to look.  Running a swift calculation in his mind, he figured she might be awake, though it was still very early evening on the west coast.  He tapped the phone against his upper lip –what if she was with Rob?  He didn’t want to interrupt what could already be a very difficult time.  His fingers hovered over the screen, wondering if it’d be better to send her a text. 
    Carys interrupted his thoughts, striding into the room.  “There you are, Ulrik.  I almost thought you’d gone after all.”
    “Glad to see you didn’t lose the ability to walk.”
    “You of all people know I’m a good deal stronger than I look,” she smiled, and Bishop had to admit, she was right.  That was one trait she shared with Anja.  Carys studied the clothes he’d laid out with a critical eye before rejecting them to go search through the wardrobe herself. 
    “What’d you do, bash Jakob over the head?” Bishop smirked.  “I didn’t think he’d let go of you for a week at least.”
    “Jealous?” she asked with an arch smile.
    “Not hardly,” he smiled back, because it was true.  While he hadn’t wanted to sit around and watch the two of them suck face, he had absolutely no problems with Jakob taking her off of his hands.  The realization made him breathe easier, recovering some of his equilibrium in a situation that’d been growing dangerously off kilter. 
    That obviously wasn’t the answer she’d been hoping for, and her eyes hardened, her voice growing frosty.  “Run me a bath, won’t you?”
    “I doubt there’s any hot water.”
    “Then heat some,” she bit out, her temper running high.
    “Did you find anything suitable?” Jakob called out, joining them in the bedroom, and Carys kept her eyes on Bishop as she tore the bloody dress in half and daintily stepped out of the ruined pile of fabric to stand naked before them. 
    “No, Ulrik always did have abominable taste in clothing,” she taunted, parading unconcerned with her nudity to rifle through the clothes in the wardrobe.  Jakob chuckled in amusement over the bold move, but Bishop turned away, having seen too many times before where that kind of boldness led.  He found the closest bathroom and turned on the taps, but after several minutes of running, the water didn’t get any warmer. 
    Half expecting to find Carys straddling Jakob when he returned to the bathroom, he was relieved to find them chatting easily, as it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be standing there naked.  “There isn’t any hot water,”