"Steve, I want you to get that slave, Lorraine, into the general garden right now," I mind-linked.
I could hear a grunt, and then, and an affirmative hum. That was all I needed. I grabbed my cloak from the hanger, and draped it over my shoulders as I walked out of the room.
I took a longer route, but finally I got to the garden. She was standing with her back to me, wearing a cheap wool gown to fight off the morning cold. Her firm set of shoulders, made me note that it may be more than the cold that made it so unresponsive.
He opened the door to the men's room, and then went directly to the sink, washing off the rest of the glue from him hands. Only God knows if Helen wouldn't turn on him. It all depends on what the Dean had seen.
Finally, he walked out of the restroom. At this point, the weight of the bag was barely recognized. Frank moved through the lone halls, and to the reception. He should have been in class since, but no, he had to come here.
