"So . . . now that we're all buddy-buddy, can you untie me?" Evelyn asked, shifting uncomfortably. "Because lying here on this cold stone floor, shackled like some overgrown pet, is not exactly the luxurious experience I signed up for."
Valerian stood, dusted off his coat, and . . . walked away.
Evelyn blinked. "Wait. Wait. You're not seriously—hey! Hey! Are you just gonna leave me here? Cross? Cross?! Valerian Cross!"
The only response was the heavy clang of the iron gate slamming shut.
Evelyn stared at the ceiling, completely dumbfounded. ". . . That bastard."
And then a much more pressing thought struck her.
"Wait—where am I supposed to pee?! I need to pee!"
Her outraged voice echoed through the dungeon. No response. If anyone had heard her, they were either ignoring her . . . or just enjoying the show.
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