It is about halfway through the third hour of the fifteenth day of Lucette's attempt to reorganize her grandfather's library. The project is moving at an acceptable pace overall, though she's starting to question the wisdom of having scheduled the whole thing down to the hour during day three (hour four).
But she's in disguise! Annie hasn't slipped up and called her anything other than Oliver in public once!
Lucette really really doesn't care. All she cares about is how everything is ruined and she couldn't do anything and she just needs to be alone with her thoughts for one second but the marriage bond is for life and won't go away and it's driving her mad and.
And eventually, when the red haze lifts from her vision, there's blood dripping from her hands, from her face, from. Well, everything.
And the bond is gone.
What.
Lucette scrambles off the ... bed. Why is she on a bed. Why is Annie in the bed with her, they haven't done that in years. Why are her hands clean.
"...we've been married for years." And you're dead because I killed you and this house is gone because York drowned when people discovered I was alive.
"The demon lied to you again. It's always lying, it made that up, it's still the first night. Did it work - how do we tell if it worked -"
"I don't believe the demon, because it picks things to say based on what will upset you and that is not a good way to predict the future."
"I love you. The demon's always lying. How can we tell if it worked and we're married? Please? I really want to be married."