Eyes narrowing, he gave her a sarcastic little smile and stepped to the side, purposefully angling himself away from her so she wouldn't see the grimace of pain that crossed his face as he did so. The last thing he wanted was to escort her around his home, playing tour guide while she looked for evidence that wasn't there. Wasn't the letter enough proof? Wasn't this room enough? Obviously he'd been unconscious long enough to lose sight of how far-reaching the damage could have been, but all she needed to do was figure out where all the servants were at the time he touched the dagger. He doubted she'd accept that, though.

He carefully re-buttoned his shirt as he made his way towards the door, not bothering to see if she was following. "Don't touch anything," he said sourly, pausing in the corridor that led to the foyer and the staircase.

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