CREEP
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TRUANT

And there goes Elodie. Timothy, being useless as ever (well, not entirely true, Elodie clearly cared, but he wasn't [i]moving[/i] which was the critical action right now). Annalee has already edged nearer to him and away from Samael. A lot is racing through her head. The way he treated her, used her. The way he made her look like his tool, embarrassed her. She wasn't his to use that way. She wasn't [i]any[/i] man's to use that way and her Baba had taught her better than that. It was mortifying, and worse it was a failure on her part. Well, no more.

Annalee grabs Timothy by the hand, not so much as a word, and pulls him out of the room. Samael had forced her to bring him, but he hadn't said a word about [i]keeping[/i] him and she'd had plenty of time to adjust her bracelets and charms, so just let him try that foolish hypnosis of his again. 

She stops at the door though and looks at Samael. It's a look that says [i]I know what you did.[/i] Is he going to get his butt out of his chair for once and do anything about this? She [i]highly[/i] doubts it.