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"I sent the chopper for her; she won’t be long."
"Good." I turn to Sebastian, "Take care of the body."
An hour and a half later, I’ve been stitched up by the doctor who had departed after administering an antibiotic shot. I change into a fresh pair of slacks and a shirt, then head down the stairs of my mansion. As I descend, it gets cooler. When I hit the lower ground level, it’s at least ten degrees cooler than what I had left behind. That’s the architecture of these old homes for you. The basements were always cool enough so you could use the space as a natural refrigerator to store food… Or temporarily keep dead bodies… As I have done in the past.
I head down the corridor to the door at the far end. I grab the handle, twist it and shove the door open. Step inside the gloom that’s illuminated by the light streaming in from the lone window near the ceiling.
On the far side, there is a single bed and on it, Beauty is curled up. Her black dress slashes across the white of the mattress. The train flows behind her and trails on the floor. Her red hair flows about her shoulders and over the side of the bed. Her body is curved into the fetal position. Her slender fingers pillow her cheek.
I let the door slam shut behind me. The sound echoes through the cell and she visibly jolts. Her eyelids snap open. She spots me but doesn’t move. I prowl over to stand over her. She tips her chin up, meets my gaze.
"What do you want?" she snarls, and a chuckle boils up. This woman... She, seriously, has some gumption. After stabbing me in the chest, at our wedding, she acts as if she’s the injured party. Fuck, if that isn’t hot. I swallow down my mirth, school all emotion from my face.
"On your knees."
