“ENOUGH!” Ash stormed into the room, towards the grand piano. “Enough!” And slammed the lid shut, not caring that he almost trapped the boy’s fingers.
The bang of wood on wood clashed with the housekeeper’s shriek.
Breathing heavily, Ash leaned in on the boy and thrust his face into his. “You will never touch this again,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Is that understood?”
All color had fled St. Asaph’s face, so his eyes seemed unnaturally dark.
“Understood?” Ash snapped.
Very slowly the boy nodded.