“You could.” He rumbled in that haunting, echoing voice.
I turned and looked back at him.
He’d slumped leisurely into one of the wooden chairs. Was leaning his forearms against the table. Shoulders hunkered over it and eyes drooping in a way that told me he was just barely keeping them open. “There’s nothing I could do about it right now.”
I felt my breathing become quicker. Knowing it was probably my last chance. The stairs were empty. A straight shot.
He knows I want to.
And now I knew where the front door was. I could already see it in my mind’s eye. Directly across from the servant’s stairs.
I could run straight out. I was holding my breath as I decided. Feeling my body shaking with the urge to leap forward and take the steps at a run.
See how far I could get before an al
