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God, hein her bed He didn’t want to be the weirdo creeper caught staring at an unconscious girl Especially not by Søren, ould probably kill hi his low-carb and no-taste breakfast, Wesley went in search of Søren He needed updates, information, any news anyone had about Nora He didn’t find Søren anywhere downstairs But in the library he found Kingsley sitting behind a big desk, a book across his stomach, his eyes closed

"Any news?" Wesley asked without preaet you the Sunday Tisley sat up in the chair and faced Wesley over the desk "No news"

"You went there last night What happened?"

He shook his head

"Rien"

"Please English"

"Nothing Nothing happened"

"You went there and what? Had a picnic?"

"Oui, I had a picnic Then I broke into the house, hid in the servants’ halls, listened to your fiancée speaking--"

"You heard her?" Wesley’s heart leaped with hope

"And saw her"

"She’s alive Ohthank God" He collapsed into the chair in front of the desk, his head in his hands "Was she okay?"

"Okay is a relative term She was alive, she looked uninjured Her clothes were on and, although soiled, did not appear torn"

Wesley breathed through his hands

"Then what? You saw her You couldn’t get her out"

"Not without shooting sley stared at hisley wielded like a weapon Wesley stared back and didn’t look away Kingsley see him to question his choices