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the safest route out of here. I know these woods better than you do, I’ve lived here for nearly a year. We both know that if they find you, they won’t be kind. You can’t risk getting caught by them. A son needs his mother.”
    I contemplated his offer. It would indeed be safer if he scouted out ahead of me, they wouldn’t be expecting him and the element of surprise could distract them long enough for me to slip past. “Why would you do that?”
    “I don’t want you to get harmed.”
    “This morning you were threatening that you would harm me, now you’re trying to help me?” I scoffed. “And why would you want to do that?”
    “Like I said before, your son needs his mother, especially if he’s unwell. It’s not right that she be taken away from him. Family is everything.” He sounded sincere.
    “Fine. You go ahead, I’ll stick back in the shadows until it’s safe, and then I’ll make a break for it.” I indicated that he should pass me and go in front, but he stood his ground.
    “No, you go back to the house. I’ll return and let you know their positions. It’ll be safer for you here, than following me. It’s too dark, you might get lost.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. “Lock up once you’re inside and keep quiet. I’ll knock three times when I return.”
    I took the keys and nodded looking back up at his house. “Okay. I’ll stay inside.” He smiled, nodded and headed into the trees.
    I slowly walked back to his house with the keys in my hand. Jumping over the weeds at the front steps, I hesitated, looking back to the darkness of the trees before returning my attention to the locked front door.
    Placing the keys in the handle, I felt a small thrill rush through me. It was time to find out who this guy really was. It was time to investigate upstairs.
     
     

Chapter 8
     
    The front door locked behind me with a click and I stood at the bottom of the stairs looking up at the door he’d hidden himself in for the day. There was definitely another kitchen up there, and possibly more treasures that belied the bleakness of the rest of the house.
    I placed my hand on the railing and lifted my foot. The steps creaked as I took them one by one until I reached the landing. I didn’t bother investigating the other rooms, it was the one at the far right that I wanted to see inside. It would be locked, of course, and I doubted he’d put a spare set on this keychain for me, but it didn’t hurt to try.
    As I suspected, none of the keys he gave me access to his hidden room, but one little lock wasn’t going to stop me. I tested the doorknob, listening for the type of click. I reached into my backpack and retrieved the bump key I’d had made after flirting with a locksmith. It looked like a regular key but some of the ridges had been shaved down, and there was a flat piece on the handle end. I’d only had to use it one other time, but that time it worked just fine.
    I placed the bump key into the lock and hit the end of it with my palm. It was the second hit onto the key that I heard the door lock creak and click open. After retrieving the key, I opened the door, flicked the light switch up and stepped inside.
    Nick’s bedroom was a stark contrast to the rest of the house. It didn’t look like it belonged at all. This bedroom was lavishly decorated with dark timber paneling on the walls, soft cream carpet and heating vents in the ceiling. It was warm, cozy and inviting. No wonder he never left this room.
    A large four-poster bed dressed with cream silk sheets and gold velvet blankets took up most of the room. It was the type of bed that I could see myself in, feeling the smooth and soft textures under my fingertips before I drifted off to sleep or wrapped myself in the arms of a lover. I walked over, touched the blanket and sighed, it was even softer than I imagined.
    A television hung on the wall nearest me. It’s screen size would rival most small theatres. Owen would