17
The One Thing Not Written
Save me? Wait, what?
“What?” shot Yoonie. “I thought you weren’t going to kill him?”
“Oh for crying out loud,” said a frustrated Woodhouse. “I’ve never killed anyone in my life and I never will. So stop that already!” He looked over at our table. The candles hat been lit and there were two servers standing nearby, waiting patiently. “Let’s go sit down and pretend to be civilized, please.”
I was torn. As much as I wanted to hear of my fate, I also felt like sprinting over to the table. Other than a can of unheated whatever at dawn and the same around noon, I hadn’t eaten all day.
My stomach was growling as we made our way over.
“Then what exactly do you mean?” asked Yoonie.
Woodhouse slid a chair out for her and waited. When she sat, he said, “For someon
