The gentle hum of conversation between Victor and Mrs. Fairfax was abruptly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. Both turned to see William, Victor's chauffeur, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. His presence was a stark reminder of the world beyond the Haven's walls, a world Victor had momentarily forgotten in the warmth of Mrs. Fairfax's company.
William's eyes darted between Victor and Mrs. Fairfax, a mixture of concern and curiosity evident in his gaze. He signed rapidly, his gestures conveying a sense of urgency that Victor immediately understood.
Victor glanced at the clock on the wall, his eyes widening slightly as he realized how much time had passed. What was meant to be a brief visit had stretched into hours, the Haven once again weaving its spell of comfort and belonging around him.
"Mrs. Fairfax," Victor said, turning to her with an apologetic smile, "I'm afraid I've lost track of time. I have some pressing matters to attend to."
