Snippet #1691007

Monica still had her hand on James' arm as she read the words on the paper. What had this boy meant when he 'said' that? Were the other two in some kind of danger? Not that she cared, of course, but if the others were in trouble, then did that mean that she was too?
She only just realised that James was cold, not cold because it was cold, in fact the room was quite warm, but his skin was like ice, Monica could feel it through his clothes...it was unnatural, yes, but all Monica could think about was that this boy must be ill or something to have skin like that...

"Are you alright, James? You do not look well at all.", Monica asked, genuinely concerned for the boy. If he were ill, then he couldn't help her escape...
She put a hand on his forehead: still the same freezing temperature...this was starting to worry her...
"You should be in bed, even a servant must rest if he is ill, how else will he regain the strength to serve his master", she stated resloutely, not realising that hse had completely the wrong idea...