Keith recoiled, his face turning ghostly pale. He wanted to get up and flee right away, but his body went numb, rooting him in the spot. Theodore looked dangerously calm, but Keith knew it was just the calmness before the storm. His gut clenched when he saw Steward walking out of the room.
"Wait, no! Don't leave me here!" Keith's voice cracked with desperation. He didn't want to be alone with Theodore.
Steward paused in the doorway, turning his head slightly to glance at Keith with an icy, detached expression. "I have no further business here," he said flatly. "Mr. Reid will handle the rest. Just make sure you don't try to play smart." He turned away and stepped out, shutting the creaky door behind him.
Keith could see it was the end of his life. These people wouldn't leave him alive. His body felt paralyzed, every muscle rigid with fear as his gaze unwillingly shifted back to Theodore.