“Red –” you say, quickly.
The butler nods as though he expected this, and he turns around to set the knife down on the bookcase that’s beside him. His demeanor changes, he’s less threatening now by a factor of ten. Then he looks at you expectantly.
“Now…what?” you ask him.
“I will take you back to the main hall. The choices there are yours, as they always have been.”
“Really?” you ask, voice high, heart still lodged somewhere in your throat.
Touch here.
