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any woman he desires. Then why me? Why is he doing this to me?
    Is it the thrill of domination? The sense of utter control? Is it a manifestation of some deranged part of his psyche?
    The whole thing is about more than sex. Of that, I’m sure. Stonehart has a purpose in his actions. What that purpose is, I can’t begin to guess. Nor do I have any satisfactory answers to why I am the one in this position.
    Could it just be because of my life situation? Because of the circumstances that I found myself in? If Stonehart wanted someone for his twisted games, he had to make sure that she was unattached. That she didn’t have anyone who would raise questions about a prolonged absence. That she could be removed from the world without anyone so much as batting an eyelash…
    I sit up a little. Could it be as simple as that? Is that the answer to all my questions? Did he choose me simply because I am the perfect target?
    I remember the intense interaction in the elevator as if it was yesterday. I want your mind , he said.
    Is that his ultimate goal in all of this? Does he want me to become totally reliant on him, not just for physical provisions like food and shelter, but for all parts of my mental being, too?
    It’s twisted and unnatural and discomfiting. But if Stonehart made one mistake in his plan, it’s this:
    I will never give him my mind.
     
    ***
     
    My eyes are drooping shut and my head is nodding when the sound of breathing jerks me instantly awake. It’s coming from behind the chair.
    I twist back and find myself face-to-face with him .
    My heart starts beating hard. I wince on instinct. I expect to see anger in his eyes for my failure to greet him properly.
    But, instead, when he sees me stir, a warm smile spreads across his face.
    “You looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bear to wake you,” he says, his voice soft and low and wonderful. It’s a voice suited to a lover.
    My defenses go up straight away. This does not sound like the Stonehart I know.
    “Jeremy, I’m sorry,” I begin, pushing myself up. “I was waiting and waiting, but I guess I dozed off…”
    “Shh,” he says, pressing a finger to my lips. “Lilly, you don’t need to worry. I understand.”
    I swallow and blink up at him. This type of gentleness has thrown me completely off-kilter. Where is it coming from?
    “Come,” he says, taking my hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
    I force my legs to move as I follow him. He sees the confusion on my face when he walks wide of the pillar and my new bed.
    “Not your bed, Lilly,” he says. “Mine.”
    I let him lead me away without coming up with a response. As I trail after him through the long, dim hall, a thousand new questions come to mind.
    Why isn’t he forcing himself on me? Where is the aggression, the anger? Why is he being so… so unlike himself?
    We come into the main foyer and start up the stairs. His hand around mine is firm yet gentle. As we climb the steps, he looks back and smiles—actually smiles!—at me.
    It’s enough to make butterflies explode in my stomach.
    Absently, his thumb starts to trail small circles over my hand. The sensation sends goose bumps up my arm. My brain doesn’t seem to be able to fully reconcile this behavior with what I’d been expecting.
    We walk beside the marble railing bathed in moonlight. All the lights in the main house are off. The enormous windows surrounding us let in the soft glow of the moon.
    Stonehart stops at the doorway to his room. He looks at me and squeezes my hand.
    “You’ve been here before,” he says, not unkindly.
    “I…yes,” I muster. Something has lodged itself into my throat, hampering my ability to speak. “Yes. I have.”
    “But never at my invitation.”
    The words sound like they might be a warning. But, they’re not. If anything, I think I detect a trace of melancholy in them.
    “No,” I admit.
    “We’re going to change that right now. Come.”
    And with that, he pulls me over the threshold into his