Procter had been very angry with Angel when she had admitted to him that she sought help from the Priest, but hearing the Priest tell him he could help him remove his demons made him feel relieved. He had suffered with this in silence. Now he would have help, and he would be wed shortly after. God had not forgotten him, he thought as he went down the dark, winding, stone staircase, leading to the wine cellar.
It was several degrees cooler there. He looked around the dimly lit area. He only had a few shelves of wine. When he had first inherited his title with the lands and home that accompanied it, he hadn't realized just how wealthy he was until he had his new butler take inventory. His eyes had almost bugged out of his head when he learned how much each bottle of wine cost in his cellar.