Chapitre 53: Family Business

When the blue flames dissipated Beatrice noticed they were in a place that wasn't familiar to her. The room was styled like Louis XVI Versailles, with vintage gray wall paper and bone white trim. All of the furniture was the same bone white.

"Where did you take us?" She asked, as he let her go. She spun in a slow circle, surveying the room.

"Do you like it?" He asked her.

She looked at him then. He seemed intent on hearing what she had to say. "It's very different."

"But do you like it?" He asked her once more.

"Why does it matter if I like it or not?"

"Because this is yours."

She was surprised by his words. "Mine?"

"Yes. You will remain in this room unless you are escorted by me and only me. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head in agreeance with him.