My cheek still burned from her slap, but I ignored it. I was alone with him. He came beside me and offered his arm.
"There's a nice garden here that should be empty at this time since there is a party inside. Shall we walk there? I believe you have some questions you would like me to answer," he said politely. Gone was the threatening aura, and it was replaced with his usual cold warmth. A paradox, to be sure.
I clutched the box. It had crumpled a bit when I fell. I hope the figures inside are okay. Grey led me to a bench amidst some flowers and motioned for me to have a seat. He sat next to me. It's the first time we've sat down together. It feels odd. Not that I think he stands all the time, but sitting and resting in a garden just don't suit him for some reason. I would never imagine
