GAHRYE
Nerves trilled in Gahrye's stomach as they walked out of the dining room and into the large, main hallway that held the massive, central staircase. He ached to touch her, but there were too many doors, too many staff that might see. But his hand was twitching toward her when Shaw must have appeared in the doorway behind them, because his voice rose, echoing in the long hallway, calling to Gahrye.
Gahrye wanted to kick something—most especially Shaw—but he knew that wouldn't help him get away to the real purpose for this night. So, keeping his expression neutral, he paused and turned to face the fat little man behind them.
