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the bile rising in her throat. His hot breath tickled
her chin and she felt nauseous just from the thought of this man trying to kiss
her.
    He better not try it…
    “So, Presley, I’m sure you’re
wondering why you’re here and more importantly, why you’re tied up,” He stood
once again and began to pace the floor of their confined room. Presley wasn’t
even sure where they were. It was a place that didn’t seem familiar to her.
There was only one hotel in Kadenburg and she’d been in all twelve rooms -for
random parties as a teenager- none of them had dull yellow paint on the
walls such as this.
    “It’s a precaution for me. I do hope you understand,”
he leaned down in front of her again, his fingers curling around the back of
her neck as he pulled her face closer to his own. “It’s a bit eerie how much
you favor your mother. I can see your father in you, too, but you’ve got your
mother’s eyes,” He twirled a golden lock around his finger as his eyes lit up
from the smile on his face. “And this hair! Genetics are a magnificent thing,
aren’t they?”
    Presley didn’t respond as she kept her cold gaze on
him. His golden eyes were tainted by a darkness that threatened to seduce her,
and Presley would be damned if she let one of them manipulate or
intimidate her. She knew exactly what he was and she understood that he was
her enemy according to the laws of nature.
    So what if she didn’t fully understand her background
yet? Presley had enough common sense to know this man was the bad guy and he’d
taken her for a reason. It wasn’t just a friendly chat to reminisce about his ‘friendship’
with her parents. No , he had other plans and she could feel the
impending danger gnawing away at her ribcage.
    “Didn’t your parents ever teach you it’s rude not to
speak when spoken to?” He asked as his grip on her chin tightened. Presley
winced, letting out a quick breath as her eyes flashed with anger. “Oh, wait,”
he smirked. “That’s right. Papa Bear’s dead and Mama Bear didn’t want you. I
keep forgetting that small detail.”
    With a frustrated cry, Presley lunged at him. If it
hadn’t been for the chains wrapped around her wrists, she would have clawed his
eyes out.
    His laughter bounced off the drywall surrounding them
as he released her chin and stood once more, waggling a finger at her.
“Manners, Miss Goult! It’s not very nice to attempt an attack on such a
courteous host such as myself.”
    Presley could feel the pressure growing in her head.
Her body was trying to swell in anticipation of her shift-but for some reason,
it just wasn’t happening.
    The man observed her in silence before he crossed his
arms over his broad chest, another smirk toying at the corner of his lips. “Something
seem a bit off?” He pondered aloud. “Is something keeping you from changing?”
    “What did you do to me?” Presley asked in a hoarse
voice.
    “So you do speak!” He jeered as he pulled a chair
closer to her, straddling it as he rested his arms against the back of it.
“Tell me, Presley. How does it feel to know you’re only moments away from
death?”
    Presley tried to blow her blond bangs out of her face
as her eyes moved to meet his once again. Her chest rose and fell with shallow
breaths as her heart pounded an angry fist against her ribcage. Her pulse was
so erratic that she feared she’d go into cardiac arrest at any moment. Perhaps
ursithropes were not immune to panic attacks. Was that what she was having?
    He released an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes
before he peered at her again. “You’re not going to answer that question, hm?
You’re much quieter than I imagined,” he speculated. “You’re the polar
opposite of your mother.”
    “Don’t talk about my mom,” Presley warned.
    “No?” He perked up a little, a brow lifting on his
forehead as he grinned. “Is that a soft spot for you? Mommy issues, hm?
We’re more alike than you realize, Presley,” he