I think for a moment that Wanda is going to try and beat me to death with the sunflower stems. It would be laughable, but she did not have somewhat of a right to be angry, and perhaps I owe her some measure of a eye for a eye. But she does not, merely holds on to the flowers and stumbles over her words, a mixture of fury and sadness.

"Wanda von SacherMosch," And now I am not sure what to say to her. To be kind goes against my nature, and I could just leave now...

"Bid me, by name, to speak only the truth to you." It makes my skin crawl to offer such a gift, for that knowledge gives her a power over me that very few know about, or even remember. But I owe her... no. I owe Lucien that much.