The Unfortunate and Odd Life of Bennett Monroe (The Wayfarers Chronicles #1) by S.M. Baker

Author:S.M. Baker [Baker, S.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01LXP77SC
Publisher: S.M. Baker
Published: 2016-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

As Bennett emerged on the other side of the doorway he found himself in the waiting room, the familiar click-clack of Margery’s fingernails echoing within the crumbling space. Cynthia was standing to his right, staring at the door, guarded eyes painted with a dull disinterested boredom.

“Hello, Stranger.” He hummed, plastering a broad smile on his face. The click clack paused as Margery glanced up at him through the tops of her pointed glasses. Lips downturned she glared at Bennett.

“Mr. Monroe.” Her eyes carried ire in the form of a bright flame. Bennett shrugged, smiling even wider as he dug his nails into the back of his neck. He knew he shouldn’t bait her like he was, but Bennett honestly couldn’t help it. If he didn’t do something Bennett feared he’d rip right out of his skin. He caught Cynthia’s exasperated look as she flicked her eyes toward him before trailing them lazily back to the door. She seemed to understand, despite the fact she thought he was acting silly. It was amazing what Bennett could now read on her face, where before it was all blankness and cat-like amusement. He couldn’t believe how much he’d been ignorant to, although large parts of Cynthia remained—and he suspected always would--a mystery.

“How long until he’s ready for us?” Margery glanced at Cynthia, expression marginally less annoyed, although her pointed features always seemed—at least somewhat—exasperated. Glancing down at the surface of her desk Margery didn’t look back up. Instead, she refocused her eyes on the typewriter, the steady stream of click, clack beginning once again.

“You’re scheduled for an appointment in ten minutes.”

“Great,” Bennett muttered quietly under his breath, the sharp flick of Margery’s eyes revealing that he hadn’t been as quiet as he’d first believed. Time passed slowly. Bennett attempted to amuse himself by solving riddles in his head, but after the fourth one, his head hurt so he was forced to turn his attention back to the crumbling room, eyes catching on a large crack that revealed some of the inner wall. Cynthia seemed perfectly content and relaxed. Bennett envied her ability to appear at least calm, while he felt like an exposed nerve, ready to snap.

“He will see you now.” Margery rose from her chair, smoothing her knee length pencil skirt as she did, then walking to one of the far doors and delicately pulling it open. Bennett strode forward first, the bundle of nerves tightening around his chest prompting him to action, limbs shaky with energy. As they entered the damp metal room, Bennett found the suspended throne, a contortion of metal and red velvet, just how they’d left it. He wanted to rip the entire room apart and strangle his master with his bare hands. Shoving the violent emotion away he instead focused on taking deep pointed breaths, trying to force himself to disappear systematically. Usually, this came with a very little effort, but this time Bennett found the task momentously difficult. Still, after a few minutes of struggle

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