'This takes risk...' I assure myself. Will Henry is 16...a young man no less. I had let my guard down and yes, it worked. I got the reaction of his pink tainted cheeks and his increasing heart rate as I would've thought... but even if I had already assumed such a reaction, why then did it capture me with such surprise? Had my mind simply forgotten? I snort in answer to myself. Of course not!
But the reassurness only made me question myself more. Why, of all the women, of all the men even more so had I chosen William J. Henry?
For one, I can be assured no one would want to even converse with me, for years of rumors and talk can not be erased just yet. Second, very convenient. Third, who else could I possibly trust enough, along with having receive the same trust back, with testing the delicatness of this experiment with? Ah but young William...To believe even as a boy he had not turned and ran, though he questioned me and most likely saw me as heartless, he stood by.
I huff and grunt, throwing myself in one of the two armchairs near the ablaze fire. "I could lose him..." for I finally admit, this is what frightened me. No monster can make my blood run cold as this thought did. Will Henry can finally say he's had enough and leave...
'For the good of science...' And as I rarely acted on a whim, there was no time to plan. For science... it wasn't for science I do go through with this, it was more selfish then I would ever admit. It was for me and for me only. And before I retired, if I was going to for the night had worn and the wee hours of the morning peeked, a last enraging thought caught me;
'Me...mine... William James Henry is mine...' the thought was accompined by the rememberence of the young baker girl who tried to steal Henry, and the scores of girls, and even women, that tried afterwards, disreguarding the fact of who he belonged to! It boiled my blood and made my vision spot as my hands gripped deathly tight on the arms of the chair, my nails digging through the material. How dare they try to burst in and tear away the only one I have!? Will Henry's father was an amazing friend and I'm sure even so, the man will turn in his grave and scream from the heavens and bellow from hell of the plans I had in store but I cannot stand idolily by as the risk of Will Henry being snatched by something not of my own doing and accord (Which whatever god in heaven and demons in hell have granted me that no such thing has happened, though we have come very close) increases within every minute! He is mine! And this experiment, this! shall prove me, Pellinore Warthrop right once and for all!