“Rather common place, isn’t it.” Lambert’s voice awakens me. I realize we’re in the apartment, and he’s carrying me past the pool table. “You’d think the Corsican heiress would want something better than this.”
“Now here’s something interesting.” I hear the woman’s voice call out. “There’s only one bed- a very tiny bed.”
“Well she’s going in it.” Lambert turns and takes me to the bed, laying me down in the middle of it. The woman stands to the side, staring down at me.
“Just all sorts of surprises in here, aren’t there?” she looks at me, and I feel myself blushing.
Suddenly I hear my cell phone ringing, from my sweatshirt thrown onto the dresser. To my surprise, the woman retrieves it and holds it to my ear.
”Kirika!” Mireille’s voice on the other end sounds nothing short of frantic. “Where are you?”
“Mi- Mi-” I choke out, and start coughing. Drool and snot run down my chin. The woman sighs and takes the phone away. “Pathetic.” she mutters aloud.
“She’s home. She’s fine.You should really be ashamed of yourself. I thought you were bred better than this.” She clicks off the phone and tosses it onto the bed. She takes my sweatshirt and wipes my face with it.
“Let’s go.” She motions to Lambert. He straightens his jacket and they both look at me for a moment.
“Until next time, my lady.” He nods his head and leaves. She sighs and leans over one more time to wipe my face. I try to move my arms, but instead my left knee jerks upward.
“I’m sure your Corsican lover will be home soon to tend to you.” Her voice sounds full of disgust. “You’re an outright mess.”
She walks away and clicks the light on, looking back at me one more time.
“Why?” I manage to whisper.
She gives me a smile that is anything but friendly, and reaches back over, clicking off the light.
“Dear me, my lady. Looks like you’ve been left in the dark again.” her voice smoothly floats across the room, and then she’s gone.

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