“Your daughter is decisive,” Alaric continues. “She’s like a modern automobile. She tells herself she wants something and she does it. It’s one of the many qualities that I most adore about her. But you and I are more like my butler’s car. We need a lot of love and coaxing to get revved up for such a task, and even then, we never do exactly what we’re supposed to do.” Mum smiles over her tissue. “And sometimes I think the devil’s behind the wheel.” “Exactly.”
