Oh thank Merlin, she had answered – that crumb of hope was worth the tightening of the Devil’s Snare. She hadn’t made any haste here towards him, though, so he was not saved yet. He could call for her again – could indeed call for help – and he trusted she would come over... but Endymion did not particularly want to ambush her, either.
It had been rather a long time – and he wasn’t sure what terms they were on, after all these years. Maybe it was best to warn her? It would be more polite to warn her.
“Miss Potts – it’s Endymion Dempsey!” he called, hoping she had located the direction he was yelling from at the very least, because it as yet she hadn’t moved. “I’m sorry to do this, but would you mind coming over? I could, um – use a hand!” In spite of the words, he had to keep his tone cheerful and relaxed, or the stress in his body would feed the snare that much more. And if she chose not to come over – if any resentment had festered in their silence – then Endymion really would have to find another way out.
It had been rather a long time – and he wasn’t sure what terms they were on, after all these years. Maybe it was best to warn her? It would be more polite to warn her.
“Miss Potts – it’s Endymion Dempsey!” he called, hoping she had located the direction he was yelling from at the very least, because it as yet she hadn’t moved. “I’m sorry to do this, but would you mind coming over? I could, um – use a hand!” In spite of the words, he had to keep his tone cheerful and relaxed, or the stress in his body would feed the snare that much more. And if she chose not to come over – if any resentment had festered in their silence – then Endymion really would have to find another way out.
