She cleared her throat.It felt like swallowing glass."Can I go?" she asked.The words came out barely above a whisper, scraped thin by everything her throat had been through. She kept her eyes on the bed in front of her. Kept her face down....small and still, the way prey learns to be still."Can I go, please."Not a question, really. More like the sound of someone who has already accepted that the answer might be no, but is asking anyway because asking is the only thing left.Agnes opened her mouth.The door opened before she could speak.****He had told himself he wasn't going to come in.He had told himself that he would stand in the corridor outside and wait for Agnes to confirm the girl was awake and then have James the driver pull the car around.That had been the plan.Sebastian had, naturally, demolished it."I just want to see if she's awake," his brother had said, already moving down the corridor with that particular brand of casualness that Lucian had long ago identified
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