Gritting my teeth, I turn from the window, face back into my shadowed chamber. I must be careful. I must ever be on my guard. Because it doesn’t matter what I feel for her. There’s no room in her heart for me. Not crammed as it is with those children, or that wretched brother, or her thrice-damnable Doctor Gale. What am I compared to any of these? Less than nothing in her estimation. While she? She is everything.
