Chapter 214

  Rathus paced the length of his room in frustration. It had been six days now, and he still hadn't found a chance to talk with Ellie. He wasn't sure if it was just because she was genuinely that busy--to be fair it seemed like she was--or if she was actively trying to avoid him. Either way, he hadn't so much as set eyes on her since their unexpected encounter at dinner the first day on the estate. 

  To make matters even more awkward, someone had been leaving him cake and other treats in front of his door. It was getting to be a real nuisance. He'd nearly stepped on random plates of sweets--primarily cake--several times now, and from the smell of it, the cooking technique behind the odd bits of tribute left much to be desired. 

  Initially, he'd thought it might be Ellie, but the more he thought about it the less that possibility made sense. For thing, everyone else ranted and raved about her desserts, to include Dalek.