I kept one hand on the door.
"For what?"
"To ask you something."
"That sounds like the beginning of a trap."
"It isn't."
"Most traps don't introduce themselves properly."
I stepped into the hallway and closed my door behind me.
"You have ten minutes."
He glanced towards the staircase. "Not here."
I followed his line of attention. My mother's voice floated up from downstairs, sharp and tired, speaking to someone about seating changes.
"Where then?"
"Come with me."
"To where?"
"The estate."
I laughed loudly. "You're wasting time already."
"I'll drive you back."
"You always make decisions before asking."
"This is me asking."
This would be the first time since I had met him that I could see a plea in his eyes.
I picked up my phone from the small table near the wall in my roo
