"Young Master, the maniac... she... she refuses to come see you."
The words came out gently from Minimus Hart, in a soft murmur.
Thomas Shannon's cold eyes darkened. Not willing?
Had she grown bolder after not seeing him for a few days?
A streak of annoyance flashed through his heart. Was she still angry about the punishment he gave her the day he left?
A metal lighter clicked, igniting a flame.
The man's slender fingertips held a cigarette, his eyes slightly narrowed as he lit it.
He took a deep puff, played with the metal lighter in his hand, and looked at the woman with her head lowered. "Minimus Hart, have you forgotten the rules after being away for a few years?"
"Young Master, I..."
"I don't want to hear your excuses. I'm giving you one last chance. Bring the maniac to me."
Minimus Hart's whole body shivered. "Yes, Young Master."
She lowered her head and retreated a few steps, then turned and left the bedroom.
