CHARLOTTE
Richard turns to Michael. “Get her out of here, out of the City. Take her back to your mountain place. No-one´s going to fall across that by accident. She should be safe there.”
“Hang on,” I protest. “I don´t want to hide away. I should be helping here. And Beth´s my friend too.”
My Master swings a long finger in my direction. “Go with Michael. We have things to do here, and I´ll work better when I´m not worrying about what´s happening to you. If you´re with Michael, I know you´re safe.”
“I´m not some kid to be packed off to bed. And I looked after myself quite nicely long before I ever met you.”
“Charlotte. I´m not arguing. You´re going. Michael...”
Michael takes me by the wrist, pulling me towards him. “Are you going to come without arguing? Or do I have to sling you over my shoulder and carry you out? Believe me, in this case, I will.”
There is no way I can physically resist Michael. What choice do I have?