Oak wasted no time, dashing upstairs and returning moments later, Fiona in his arms. He laid her body gently on the sofa. “That wardrobe will have to be destroyed,” he said. “Do you want to empty it first?”
“I'll do it,” said Edward, walking towards the stairs.
“Mister Oak,” I started, pausing when I saw the look in his eye. Taking a deep breath I tried again. “Mister Oak, we didn't mean to cause trouble. How can we bring her back.”
“We can't! She comes back when she chooses, if she's able to make a choice.”
