Despite my best efforts, my heart continued to race as I followed the butler down the lengthy hallway that led to Jeffrey's study. As I walked, each step felt more weighty than the one before it, as if I were marching into judgment. It was too clean and too quiet, and the glossy floor mirrored the lights that were above it. It brought back memories of those walks back to school when you were called out of class, knowing that you were in trouble, and knowing that once you reached that door, there was no way out of the situation.
Turning around was something that my instincts were urging me to do.
With a steady and serene demeanor, Lewis rolled next to me. He never slowed down his speed. The rhythm of his breathing was consistent. If he was under any kind of pressure, it was not apparent to him. Instead of coming into contact with him, it seemed as though the tension in the air was bending around him.
