"I see that you're stubborn too, Lord Hastings. I also see that you care about her, which is good for me. I can stop worrying about Ophelia being all alone. I do hope to enjoy the next few days with you," said Theo.
"You will. Ophelia has plenty planned for you. I won't keep you up any longer. Rest," Dante urged Theo. "You may also refer to me as Dante when we are alone. We are family."
"Very well," Theo agreed. "If my sister asks, tell her that I am well and won't need her company. Her maid helped me to bathe and get dressed."
"I shall let her know. Good night, Theo," Dante bid goodbye.
Dante walked out of Theo's bedchamber with a heavy heart.
No matter how or who told Ophelia the news of Theo wanting to die, she wasn't going to take it well. Dante didn't want to think of the thoughts Ophelia would have afterwards, or the despair she would feel.
