The shaking was so violent that neither of them could react. Rosalind Lowell, sitting on the edge of the bed, was thrown into the air.
Startled, she scrambled to grab onto something for support and get to her feet. She looked over to see Alaric Davenport jiggling along with the bed, a look of utter resignation on his face.
His face was a mask of calm and helplessness, yet he somehow managed to remain elegant.
Just as an idea struck Rosalind Lowell, there was a knock at the door, right on cue.
Seizing the opportunity, she scampered barefoot to the door.
While fumbling for the switch, Alaric Davenport yelled, "Wait, don't open it!"
But he was too late. Rosalind had just pressed down on the handle, and before she could pull the door open, Keith Thorne pushed it open from the outside. "You owe me big time for this," he began. "To get this outfit, I had to sacrifice my good..." he trailed off, his words catching in his throat.
