" Finally,” the other man sighed impatiently. “Really, the two of you are quite tiresome. First, she shows up instead of you, then you come early. I told you midnight-can neither of you read? Nice frock, by the way,” he sneered, turning to stomp toward the door. “You have a little over six hours until midnight. Enjoy them. The shall be the last you have together.”
“Bastard,” Charlie hissed as the door closed behind him, then turned to look down at Radcliffe with concern. “Are you all right?”
“Aye,” Radcliffe sighed, sitting up with her help and peering around, his hand moving automatically to rub his aching temple.
“Mayhap you should stay lying down for a bit,” Charlie murmured anxiously, but he shook his head and forced himself to his feet where he swayed woozily.
“I do not have that luxury. I have to figure out a way to get us out of here.”
“I shall do that, you just rest,” she insisted, taking his arm to steady him.
“Nay. I-“
“Dammit Radcliffe, I am wearing the breeches now. Sit down before you fall down,” she snapped.
“You are wearing the breeches? What the devil is that supposed to mean?”
“Whatever you want it to, now just sit down.” Charlie gave her husband a gentle push that made him drop weakly onto the foot of the bed. "
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