15. Helping Hand
Amy didn’t waste any time. She took us directly to Drake’s chambers, but was furious when she found he wasn’t there. Did she really expect him to wait on her, or be at her beck and call? She looked around the room to see if anything had changed since our last visit. The only difference was a bird of prey, apparently asleep, perched at the top of the canopy on Drake’s bed.
She sat down on the couch and leaned back, wriggling my blood-soaked toes through the thick, black, shag carpeting on the floor. She stretched my arms along the back of the couch and started to take slow, deep breaths. Amy closed my eyes and tried to calm herself down, bringing her temper under control. In her mind, she was acting out what she was going to do, here with Drake, and then afterwards, when
