Saturday, 16 August 2008
Dinner
There was a knock at the door. He didn’t get a chance to say “come in” or “get the hell away” before the door opened and in stepped a servant. “The family is expecting you for dinner, sir,” the man said impassively, standing stiffly by the door.
“I’ll be down,” Russ said, making no move to get up.
“Do you know which dining room they are in, sir?” The servant raised an eyebrow.
“No,” he had to admit. Damn.
Alisiyad chapter 11, written by Sarah Suleski
“I’ll be down,” Russ said, making no move to get up.
“Do you know which dining room they are in, sir?” The servant raised an eyebrow.
“No,” he had to admit. Damn.
Alisiyad chapter 11, written by Sarah Suleski
