I
glanced at my husband, catching the look of horror on his face, then
at my hand, realising as I did how tightly I was holding Oak's mouth
closed.
“Y...yes,”
I replied, a little bit shocked if I'm being truthful. I honestly
had no idea what I'd just done, suddenly aware of the weight of the
knife in my other hand. “Yes, of course,” I said, releasing Oak.
“W...well?” I continued, a little shakily, “What have you got
to say for yourself?” I pointed towards the ceiling. “Is that
the Forest.”
Oak
coughed uncontrollably for a moment, apparently struggling to catch
his breath.
“Well?”
I demanded, feeling the anger rise in me once more.
“Mary!”
Edward admonished once more, “Give him a chance.”
“Sorry,”
I said, stepping backwards, allowing the knife to drop to my side,
“Sorry.”
Oak
cleared his throat, about to reply, when we heard another thud from
the stairs.
