My darling William,

Damien approached me today with good news. He has agreed to run for mayor this year, which both makes me proud yet horribly worried. He has good ideas; but he's still our empty headed Damien, good with words, yet naive with reality.

Enough of him, though. Mark has been becoming more suspicious of me. The other day, he brought you up over dinner and asked me rather disturbing questions. He may be my husband, but this isn't the man I fell in love with anymore.

For now I have it all under control, if needed I can turn to my book of spells. My senses are telling me of something to come; but for now, all I want is for you to come home so we can all be together again.

If Mark writes to you anything that might get us caught, let me know and I will try to handle it. I might spill something into his drink to take his mind off of it, my potion brewing skills have improved vastly from our time in university.

Of course, there's only so much a clever Wicken such as myself can do. Take care, my darling.

With much love,

- Celine