A few moments later, Carrie came in with a towel, and a pair of tweezers.
"Sit." Ryce ordered.
I thought about telling him to f**k off for a moment, but decided against it. He was already pissed off, so I sat down on the chair at the dining table. Ryce took the towel from Carrie, and handed it to me.
"Here. Dry yourself off while I get the rest of the glass out."
I did as I was told.
I looked at Carrie. "I'm so sorry I broke your tea cup."
Just as I finished my sentence, a loud crash sounded from another room. I tried to stand, and rush to the noise, but Ryce held me down.
"Oh dear, excuse me." Carrie hurried out of the room.
"Were you really going to get up, and rush into possible danger already injured?" Ryce asked still focusing on my hand.
Damn, I got a lot of little pie
