Two days passed. I was still feeling ill but not as bad as before, so I decided to talk to Mary about Alastor

"Feeling better?" She asked as I entered the room.

"Yes thank you." I replied. "And you, how are you feeling?"

"Better than I have been." She replied with a smile, and then suddenly became solemn. "Edward told me Alastor came over a couple of days ago. He said that Alastor wanted to help out and that you said you would think about it."

"This is true…"

"Have you decided then?"

"I believe we could give him a chance."

"William you know I'm not comfortable with Alastor being here. Not after he showed up in our bedchamber when we were sleeping at half past one in the morning."

"I know you don't trust him Mary, but what have we to lose? If he tries anything foolish, he'll be killed."

"I still don't trust him."

"Nothing is going to happen."

"You don't know that. Not for sure."

"Mary, please, just give him a chance."

"Why? You didn't want to give him a chance to begin with."

"Yes well as I recall, you wanted me to give him a chance to begin with. And obviously I've come to agree with that."

"Why?"

"Because I want to do better than that, and this way, he'll be more indebted to me."

Mary stared hard at me, and shook her head.

"No."

"Mary, he's going to stay." I said firmly. "He doesn't have to be with you, but he is going to stay. I promise you, nothing is going to happen."

"Fine then." Mary replied with an edge in her voice. "Have it your way, I'm not going to argue with you."