“Our lives are not as hard as they could be,” she says, softly. “But they could be a lot better.”
“A lot better. You are living a nightmare,” I tell them.
“Someone is coming,” Annie warns. Within seconds, all three women are back tending to their other chores.
A second later, the door opens, and Conary strolls in. “Petal, I need to speak with you.”
She stiffens. “Actually,” I interrupt, standing. “I would love the escort to my room if you are still offering. I’m quite exhausted.”
“Absolutely,” he replies. “Let us go, then.” He heads for the door. When his back is turned, I use my hands and sign,Be gone when he comes back.
Thank you.
Trust shows on all three faces, and the women offer me smiles as I head into the hall with a monster.