I said goodnight, and drove home, flying.As I went to bed that night I could do little but think about her. She had me entranced, that was for sure. I... hadn't felt that way about a woman, that unconscious connection, since Shelley, and even then it hadn't been this strong. I knew there was still a lot I had to learn about Catherine, but I was looking forward to learning it.We saw each other again, on the Saturday. I asked her to come to a party at Tom's. She was a big hit with everyone there,. Turn around." No." You should... you'll never get a new chance to look at your son again, this is the last time you'll ever see him."I spun around and saw a small woman, burnt in the fashion I was, clench my baby in her arms. Her hair was pitch black — not the velvety kind you would expect of a Wiliji — and she was short as a dwarf, but still proportionate. She held Rahel very awkwardly in her arms, my babe was too big for her small arms and hands."Who are you?"She laughed. "After being with. "Now thatyou're all here, we've got a story for you," Caroline said."Why didn't you just put it in the chat?" Zoe asked. Neither of them hadbeen chatting all day, but she'd just figured that she and Leslie hadtalked a lot already and Caroline had been working."We weren't going to ruin your day," Leslie replied."Is this a day-ruining story? Can it wait until the day's almost over?"Zoe half-seriously asked."I'll just tell you," Caroline said. "Some asshole came tearing throughthe intersection. He took a greater interest in a large portrait of a woman sitting in a chair and smiling; wearing an elegant gown and emerald tiara and holding a scepter of gold.The tour group was starting to get too far ahead of him. He caught up with them as they were about to leave the entrance hall and took one last look back at the portrait of the woman he’d come to kill.The portrait of Contessa Helena de San Finzione.Helena sat at the head of a conference table. Generalissimo Ramirez sat on her left, and.