"Master Ramsay is in the drawing room, miss. But I don't know if it would be wise for you to disturb him." The old woman said.
"Thank you." You replied, giving her a small smile, that was only half returned.
Cautiously you entered the drawing room. In front of the roaring fire was a high backed chair. Ramsay sat in it, a half drank bottle of whisky dangling from his limp hand over the arm of the chair. A collection of liquor bottles littered the floor. You crept to his side. He gazed into the fire, the flames reflected, coldly in his dark eyes. You saw in his lap the book he had shown you when he had first picked you up. The Creation of Monsters.
You stooped to start picking up bottles.
"Don't bother." He said gruffly, motioning to the floor with the bottle he held, "Reek will clean it
