An Offer

Bianca

I opened my eyes, confused, angry, hurt, frightened and all of it together!

Depositing me gently on the couch beside him, O’Grady rose to his full, muscular height and stretched. I looked up at him,

Somehow, these two brothers seemed to be so much in sync; what had they meant?

O’Grady strolled across to the bar, turning with a large crystal tumbler in his hands, half filled with a deep brown liquid. His face was unreadable, hard and distant.

I stared at him wordlessly as he rang a bell and Alfred appeared.

‘Show Ms Cruz her rooms,” he said crisply

Then, turning to me, he said, his voice cool and unemotional,

“You are on the third floor. Your things have already been placed there.”

Sipping from his tumbler, he went on, formally,

‘You may leave.”

I rose shakily and said in a soft tone, ”Goodnight. Sir.”

I glanced to where St Just was sitting, his long legs crossed, his eyes on me. I felt the combined gazes of both brothers boring into me as I followed Alfred out.

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Alfred