Chapter hundred twenty two

Hilda was standing over a mini bridge. Below was a clear lake, the surface rippling with the soft wind. Beside her stood Gilbert, his hands shoved in his pockets. She hadn't felt any better in a very long time. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and her hands held the banister of the small bridge a little too tightly.

"He will be here any moment now, Mother," Gilbert said, mirroring his mother's excitement. Hilda nodded at her son, she was quite sure that their guest would come. "Oh I am pretty sure he will come, I have made him an offer even the angels can't resist," Hilda replied with a smile.

"That's blasphemy, mother," Gilbert reminded her dutifully. Hilda merely smiled and shrugged, "Not when I'm telling the truth, Eugene and I have been able to convince him that the only way to remain in the city or indeed the land of the living is to partner with us," She said, her tone mischievous.

Gilbert laughed, he trusted his mother when he came to negotiations, like she rightly said, sh