"You've just been having the wrong relationships," he said with a small laugh. "Don't worry, my dear. You'll find out soon enough."
"Hm. I'll be honest with you, I'm not sure. He looks fairly dead to me," he said casually, his grip on her hand growing tighter. "If, however, he is still alive by the time we get back, he will receive some medical care."
He looked down at their hands with a degree of surprise. "My apologies, Avice," he said, loosening his grip only slightly. "I am only fearful that you will try to run away, which would put a significant damper on our relationship."
She looked down. "I'm not going to run away while you have him," she said quietly, her hands shaking.
He raised an eyebrow with a smile as they approached a large mansion with spires and stained glass windows. "No? Oh, that's good to hear."
He cocked his head, a rare look of irritation crossing his face before a smile took over. He glanced back at the henchman and nodded. The henchman dropped Jack on the stone ground and placed a foot on his neck. "Apologize, Avice," Knox said nonchalantly.
"Lovely," he said, nodding to the henchman who removed his foot and picked up Jack. Knox took her hand again and they continued into the house, entering a dark chamber, with a chandelier hanging 20 feet above them.
