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away. He brought up his hand quickly and arrested her in place, edging his face closer to hers.
    “It is my duty to arraign all convicts in my area as governor, a duty I take very seriously. Now, if you are done with your antics, follow me. I’ll show you to your room. We have a long day ahead tomorrow, and you’ll need all the rest you can muster.”
    He showed her into what she’d guess to be the guest room, and closed the door behind him. He didn’t seem in any way worried about her running away, which only increased her apprehension, as she realised that he knew with certainty that he had her caged in. He’d feel her the moment she’d attempt escape, and having bathed in her scent throughout dinner, he’d be able to track her for a long while before all traces of her scent finally faded away. Plus, he was governor of Area One now, which meant that all here in North America worked for him, whether they knew it or not. Both the human and of course the Draugr law enforcement, and all traffic cameras and monitoring systems set up to keep these humans under big brother ’s radar.
    Yes, she was trapped, but she wasn’t about to give up. Not now, not ever. She’ll never give up until the moment she drew her last breath.
     

III
    The next morning, he made her follow him into his town car where they were driven in silence to his office building, a sprawling skyscraper facing out to sea. Bayview Towers , it read across the building. They headed to the 54th floor, belonging to a Mastermind Consulting Company.
    When the elevator doors opened, the stifling scent hit at her nostrils with staggering intensity. More Draugrs! Many more Draugrs! About a dozen of them sitting on desks or walking around doing this or that among the humans also on this office floor.
    Many of the humans appeared a little too pale, a clear sign that they were constantly being fed on. She noted with relief that the Draugrs were all half-bloods. At least she now only had to worry about keeping one pure-blood away from her jugular.
    She started back in utmost surprise at that moment when a very familiar figure strutted over to her from one of the far ends of the open office floor.
    She would know him anywhere- that overconfident strut hiding his deepest insecurities, the impeccable taste in clothing as evidenced by the perfectly fitted expensive suit molding his body, and those disturbingly enchanting yellow-brown eyes.
    Jon!
    She stepped back even as he edged closer, refusing to believe it. Confused, unsure of how to react to his presence. She shut her eyes against it all, even as her senses became aware of him taking yet another cautious step closer to her.
    She remembered herself as a teenager at that moment, finding refuge in the large beautiful gardens around Lord Gunnarsen's home. Being fed on every night had begun to be a harder emotional toll to bear as they grew older. They often spent their afternoons together so as to provide each other with emotional support to the feeding to go on later that evening, as always.
    Once again, she was begging him to run away with her. They would make it, she kept telling him over and over again.
    “They’ll catch us, and kill us! Or worse, torture us!” Jon had argued with her. “At least they treat us well now..”
    “They feed on us, Jon! We are nothing more than domestic animals to them!” Anja had cried out in a frustrated whisper. “Like a cow to be milked each morning.”
    “No, my mother loves me,” Jon had insisted, and Anja had not found it in her to explain to him that a mother does not feed on her child if she loved him, especially if it was unnecessary. If Lady Gunnarsen loved him so much, why didn’t she opt to feed off the human servants instead of her son?
    Jon had however tried to cheer her up on those afternoons with stories of places he would take her, when they would be finally free to leave. He talked of the great warm lands of Africa, where his father’s people were from.
    He