”Jeremy dashed to the stairway next to the office. He assumed that the flight down this stairway led to the mechanical room; the gate across the des...ending steps indicated that the area was off limits but it wasn’t locked. He carried her down the flight and put her down on her feet.“Shhhh, let’s get out of sight,” he whispered as he grabbed her hand; her head was still covered by the drapery and she couldn’t see.Jeremy led her down the corridor, trying doors; the third one was unlocked and. " What are you going to do?" she said. She looked truly stunned, as if she somehow hadn't expected to be caught. There was something in her eyes, though, that told me she was waiting to be told what to do. Now, I'm no psychologist, but it was obvious to me that something about my looks or manner had turned a switch in her head, and she was as docile as a lamb, just waiting for my orders. Maybe I reminded her of someone from her past, like her father, who had dominated her. Who knows? All I knew. Feeling good about himself, Dexter went into the kitchen. He grabbed a coffee cup and, without looking, picked up the glass coffee carafe from the coffeemaker. It took a fraction of a second for him to realize that it felt a little light. He looked at the carafe. It was empty.“What the fuck? It can’t be broken, it’s not even a year old, and there are no moving parts,” Dexter said.A moment of inspection let him know that the coffeemaker was plugged in, there was water in the holding tank, and. Their father would do anything to shut her mumbling mouth. Hence, Rumplestiltskin was summoned to the manor. ‘Oh, Rumpie.’ His eyes narrowed in her direction. He was the greatest wizard of his generation, scores of magical men longed to walk in his gold lined slippers. Yet, his silly sister referred to him as ‘Rumpie.’ He repressed the urge to slash her fragile psyche to pieces, and scold her for immature behavior. His anger melted away from he stared into her tear-drenched eyes, so like their.