"Get on the table," Caius commanded.
Rose still had her knees on the ground. She fell back at his words, a hand to her mouth as she stared upwards with a face stricken with fear. Caius leaned forward, still seated, and she bolted to her feet immediately, bumping her head against the table before adjusting properly and slipping out from under it.
Rose tried to ignore the stinging pain at the top of her head as she placed trembling hands on the edge of the table, her palms against the polished wood. She was unsure how to get on it. Did he want her to just lie on it? She didn't turn around to look at him, but she knew he was watching with the way the hairs at the back of her neck stood on edge.
"Sit," he said.
Sit, Rose repeated mentally. It was more for herself as it took her a while to process what he said. Her mind was in shambles. She still couldn't believe this was happening. Nothing about anything that had happened to her in the past few days was believable.
