Ghosts can't be warm or cold, and yet as their fingers are interlaced, Edwin swore he felt Charles's hand go cold. He wished he could hold his hands in both of his, pull him closer, and tell him it would be alright. That everything will be fine... Because it had to be.

"A few days, maybe a week if we are too busy," the Lady sighed, rubbing her forehead. "There are only a handful of witches who can assist me in this. It depends on their schedule."

"We are detectives we cannot sit around and wait for you for a week until you decide what to do," Edwin tried.

"Tough luck, detective, tell that to your client," the Lady sighed. "I will try to speed it up the best I can," he assured. "As for the bonds, you're going to have to come with me, Hound."

"No," Edwin frowned, yanking Charles's hand.

"The faster we get this done the earlier we know what to do with you," the Lady pointed out. Edwin hated how she was right. He opened his mouth to insist to go but the Lady spoke before him. "But, it may be better if you came too. Well then, after me, gentlemen."

With a snap of her finger, Edwin felt the binding spell put on him release him. He let out a sigh, looking at Charles as the Lady passed them toward the door.

"Charles, are you alright?" Edwin asked quietly.