“The provisions?” he asked, stood. Shock lifted his eyebrows. His face, similar now to Lucy Lure’s, instantly grew pale. His right hand began to shake.
She roughly coughed into her left fist and mumbled, “Yes. They’re…moving,” and added, “you must come,” she demanded. “Immediately. Right this second.”
I rose from my seat to exit the library and go with Von Shelly and Lucy Lure. But Von Shelly stopped me by placing a hand on my right shoulder, planting it against its bone and muscle. Cordially, in the softest voice I had ever heard from a man, making direct eye contact me, perhaps attempting to hypnotize me, he told me, “Please stay here. You mustn’t learn the secrets of this place. Please. I beg of you. Stay here until I come for you, Liam.”
He had never used my first name before. Never
