The sins of his past he paid for now. If he had been a man of God still, he might even see it as a repentance to simply take his due punishment. As it stood now, he was only a blasphemer instead. Perhaps it was all the death that made him crazy. Perhaps it was time for one last hoorah, then finally putting an end to his contingency plans. He wondered vaguely if he would shrivel up and die in a matter of minutes or if his body would simply give out, his organs failing, and become a more gradual process.<br/><br/><br/>Green eyes lost their focus as his thoughts wandered, making him look blindly up at the ceiling instead of at Lane as he mused. Finally, his mouth worked, a subtle, macabre grin tracing his lips.<br/><br/><br/>“I think that’s a good idea, actually, making you a bond mother to her.” Softly. So softly. His eyes focused again, turning to look at her on the bed next to him. “But you should know, Remy is not a fae; he is not obliged to keep his word. The sidhe are craft. It is no wonder that he was sent instead of one of their ilk. They can’t lie, not really, but they can twist words so that their lackeys can give untruths for them. We’re going to meet up with her. I’ll negotiate something that they can’t refuse for my daughter. Then I want you to take her far away - very far away - from this fuckery. I have a few contacts; she’ll be able to have a normal life with one of them.”<br/><br/><br/>That was the hold up, then, wasn’t it? He had been too concerned about his own life. Now that he had let that go, even if it was just in his mind right now, this now all seemed very easy. And he didn’t have to put anyone in danger. The curve of his lips softened into an actual smile. This time, when he reached for her hand and twined his fingers through hers, he squeezed softly, as if to reassure her. When he released her hand, he sat up, leaned forward, and grazed his lips against her brow.<br/><br/><br/>“I know what to do now,” he started with a low chuckle. “All I really need you to do now is take my daughter and leave when we have her. You understand?” He breathed in, let it out in a long sigh, but was smiling still. “I’m going to make a deal with the fairy bitch to nix my contract with Anastasia. But I am going to have to word it very, very carefully.”<br/><br/><br/>Tomorrow.<br/><br/><br/>He shifted away, scooted back on the bed, and propped his head back on a pair of pillows that he stacked up behind him. His eyes closed on the last note. “I’ll schedule this dinner meet up tomorrow. We need to get some sleep.”