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She tilted her head. “But you already said that there was no way to win. No way for me to get out. Sooner or later, I’m going to die from Abel....
He looked down, glancing over his shoulder nervously before taking it.
“But there’s no way for me to win,” she replied. “Why wouldn’t I end it?”
He looked nervous, looking around. “I’ve been distracted. You do not have time to engage in small talk.”
Ophelia hesitated before looking at Eve. “What if I don’t play? What if I stay here?”
He blinked and his gaze refocused, and he sat up, tucking his hands behind his back. "I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am."
Her face fell and she squinted at Eve before nodding. "Okay."
"Or..." He paused, squinting as he tried to remember. "I... I think I woke up. I was on the floor. I was really, really cold..."
She faltered, looking back at Abel. "For... for how long? How do I get him back?"
He blinked before frowning, tilting his head in a formation that would be terribly familiar to her. "I am not sure," he replied slowly. "I... I...
She hesitated before looking at Eve, looking confused. "Out... outside? What happens if I get away?"
He looked very confused and bowed his head, setting down the tray. "Goodnight, ma'am. I am sorry for the distress I have caused you."
She looked incredulous, shaking her head. "Jesus. That's your brother, Eve. That's your *squee!*ing brother." She turned to look at him, her...
"My boss is not cruel," he replied quietly. "He is benevolent and merciful and he has given me a second chance."
Her shoulders slumped and she looked down for a moment, folding her arms. "What good does this do you?" she asked after a moment, her voice...
"My boss told me that I am supposed to be at your beck and call," he told her. "Is there something I could do to make your stay more pleasant?"
Ophelia exhaled, turning to look at Eve. "God, you're annoying," she said flatly. "Like, I get that evil hot girl is kind of your vibe, but...
He flinched visibly when she touched him, his gaze darting down. "I am sorry that you are sad."
She ignored Eve, cupping Abel's jaw in her hands gently. "I'm so sorry," she told him quietly, her brow furrowing.
He hesitated, avoiding her gaze as she approached. "They... it is nothing less than I deserve, Ma'am," he said slowly.
