Chapter 1917 Epiphany After Despair

• "Master, the woman you brought back last night has just regained consciousness." Grace's voice floated in from the doorway, soft yet urgent, like a spoon tapping porcelain in a silent room.
• Finnegan had only just folded his napkin, the last taste of strong coffee still clinging to his tongue, when Grace delivered the news. A visit to Poison Widow had been next on his carefully plotted schedule.
• Finnegan looked up, the edge of a smile nowhere in sight. "Woman? Which woman are we talking about?"