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then faces me again, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Please, excuse my
manners. You must be hungry.”
    “I could eat,” I tell him, but the truth is I haven’t eaten
in two days, unless you count that ketchup packet I found in the back of my
fridge yesterday. My stomach jumps at the mere thought of food, making me forgo
the questions I have about this room. Like where all that fire came from, and
why there is a giant pendulum suspended out of what looks like nowhere as it
rocks back and forth. The sound is strangely hypnotic. I’ll ask him about it
after we eat.
    He laughs. I like the sound, even though I know I
shouldn’t. I’m getting myself into all kinds of trouble by acting like
everything’s hunky-dory, but until he does something stupid, I’ll go along with
him.
    My inner voice yells at me. He’s not normal, how can you
treat him like he is? This place isn’t normal, either. I’m trying to
convince myself that it’s all an elaborate illusion, but even if I discount the
pendulum and fire pit, I still can’t figure out the weird hallway to nowhere or
that doorknob.
    When he turns toward the wall closest to us again, a door
shimmers into existence. A small gasp escapes me while his resultant smirk
irritates me. Where in the world did that come from? On the other side is a
room. It’s a good size, but nothing compared to Seth’s living area.
    I file in behind him, all the while hoping he’s not leading
me to his torture chamber. Trying to be subtle about it, I hover at the
threshold, unwilling to go in all the way until I make sure it’s relatively
safe.
    As if he’s read my mind, he says, “I will not harm you,
Amelia.”
    My skin prickles when he says my name in the exact same way
Jason used to, and, without warning, my head goes woozy. Using the wall to
steady myself, I try to shrug off how weak I am. I’ve been going on adrenaline,
but my body seems to have run out.
    Sky blue eyes show nothing but concern as he approaches me.
It doesn’t take a brainiac to know what he’s gonna do. For some reason, though,
I just can’t handle the thought of him touching me, so I rush past him,
stumbling into the room before he can grab my arm.
    He’s at my side and guiding me toward a small table in the
corner before I can even mutter a protest. As if he’s being careful with me,
his body curls around mine, but I won’t let myself feel safe around him.
    An awkward moment passes between us as he guides me onto a
chair. Seconds later, he sets a plate of delicious smelling, steaming hot food
in front of me. Where he got it is anyone’s guess. Maybe I’m just too weak to
notice things right now.
    I make myself wait for him to sit even though I could down
this meal in two minutes flat. He sets his own plate on the table then settles
into his chair. “Go ahead,” he says.
    My fingers shake as I reach for the knife and fork. When I
look at him, he gives me an encouraging smile before he glances at my utensils.
Doesn’t he know I could use these against him? He’s either stupid, or he thinks
I’ve got no chance in fighting him. Either way, all I want right now is the hunk
of meat wafting savory goodness toward my eager nose. I fumble with the
silverware, but manage to carve a chunk off the gigantic steak and shove it
into my mouth. After two bites, I’m swallowing, ready for the next.
    His hand flashes out and covers mine. My heart explodes at
his warm touch and my skin erupts in those strange tingles again. Why does he
affect me like this? I go still as a cornered rabbit. Taking a deep breath, I
raise my eyes to his. I don’t have to say a word for him to release my hand.
    “Forgive me,” he says. “I merely thought you might need
some help.”
    “I’m not a child,” I say in a cutting tone that makes me
flinch.
    His brows shoot toward his hairline while he laughs. I
don’t miss the way his eyes rove over me. “Trust me, I am aware.”
    My stomach flutters, but I don’t know this man. What