They reached a stone bench, and Donald sat, motioning for Arthur to join him.
"Speaking of which," Donald continued, "how's your plan coming along? For the village chief situation?"
"It'll take a few more days," Arthur replied smoothly. "I'm still working on it."
Donald nodded in approval, patting Arthur's shoulder. The casual touch made Arthur's skin crawl.
"Good. Very good. Take your time—do it right." Donald's smile broadened.
"Thank you," Arthur forced himself to say. "I should get some rest. It's been a long day."
"Of course, of course." Donald stood, straightening his jacket. "Oh, and Arthur? I think we can arrange another visit to Charlotte next month. Would you like that?"
Next month. When Charlotte might already be gone.
"I would. Thank you."
Donald squeezed his shoulder one last time. "Get some sleep."
As Donald walked away, Arthur remained on the bench for a moment, staring up at the crescent moon. Its sharp edge reminded him of a blade.
