17: Savior

I incline my head in greeting.

I can't imagine what the fuck it is this man wants from me. He's smiling at me like a fox and I can feel every hair on my body stand on end. Elizabeth has turned away from me and is now deep in conversation with the woman sitting beside her. I don't know why she detests me so; I'm just an employee. I'm sent on errands and I serve only as entertainment to their clients. I'm not a threat to anyone in this room.

Or depending on how you look at it, I'm a threat to everyone.

"Huxley, sit with us." The only empty seat is beside Mr. Pascual. I should've recognized the dark, bushy hair. I would never have tried to get a better look at the man. I sit stiffly in the chair. He glances at me as I sit, but I don't meet his eyes.

Damien says to Mr. Pascual, "How long will you be staying?"

"Oh," I feel him look at me. "With good company, I could stay much longer. Is that not so?"

Damien raises his glass in acknowledgement.

Meanwhile, I'm practically trembling. Having t