““Lady Amunsdale," Talia said, looking around the room. Nothing. Ridiculous. She tried again, louder, with melodrama. "Lady Amunsdale. Please grace us with your presence." All quiet. Jim buried his face in his hands, his bald head reddening. Talia felt bad for her mocking tone. The man was crazy, but also desperately in love. "You're too nice," Adam observed. "It might take more of a command to get her to come out." Talia rolled her eyes. A command - those came all too easy to Adam. This was the last time, and she was done. She raised her voice. "Lady Amunsdale. Come here. Now." A pause, then a distorted voice whined.””
