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sake,
Delilah! When I put a blindfold on you, there’s a goddamn reason.”
He leans closer to me and whispers, “Don’t push me, little girl.
You don’t wanna see my bad side.”
    I
blink a second before my eyes widen and I lean back from him as I
whisper hiss, “ This is your
good side?”
    He says nothing but
his cheek tics again. I’m thinking that might have something to do
with me. I haven’t confirmed this yet.
    Holding up my hands
in surrender, I concede, “Okay, okay. Sheesh. I’ll wear the
freakin’ blindfold. Don’t get your panties in a twist, oh captain,
my captain. And don’t call me Delilah.” I see his jaw clench
tighter and I bite my cheek to stop myself from smirking. Pulling
the blindfold down, I hold out my arm which he grips tightly and
leads me out of the van.
    We
start walking, and after a while, I do not like the silence. Just as I open my mouth to say
something, no doubt crass and sarcastic, I trip over a jagged stone
and stumble to my knees. Nox hauls me up not a second after I fall.
“You ‘kay?” He says this in a way that could have been interpreted
as ‘You are a burden in my life and I don’t like you’.
    Currently blind, I
push my arms out towards the sound of his voice and they luckily
connect with his chest, pushing him back about a hairs breadth. My
face flushes more from embarrassment than rage. “Goddamn it! Watch
where the hell you’re going! This is why I don’t like the
blindfold. Blindfolds are used in trust exercises, you moron, and I
think it’s clear that I. Don’t. Trust. You!”
    I’m shocked when he
apologizes. “Sorry. Got distracted.”
    This doesn’t placate me. Not one teeny bit. “And you’re meant
to be protecting me? What the hell? Jeez, just feed me to the sharks, why don’t
you!”
    My
knees sting like hell but I don’t utter a word of complaint,
because let’s face it, Nox doesn’t seem like a giver of
fucks
. What I have noticed
is that his grip on my arm is marginally lighter and he’s walking a
lot slower, too. We stop and I hear footsteps, but no one says a
word. Some loud mechanical whirring sounds start up and I jump back
in fright. Nox squeezes my arm in what I’m sure was meant to be
reassurance. It feels more like a threat, though. We walk another
short while, then I hear a door creak open, and suddenly, I can see
again.
    Whoa! Where the hell
are we?
    This house is
fab-u-lous. My mouth gapes and Boo appears by my side. “It’s the
shit, huh?”
    Eyes wide, I simply
nod. I shake my head to clear it. My voice is low and shallow as I
ask, “Where are we?”
    Boo opens her mouth,
but Nox cuts her off. “Safe house.”
    More like safe mansion! I scan the room I’m in. It’s not as
big as my house but it’s big .
And nice. And open. At a glance, I can see a modern kitchen
complete with marble countertops, a six-burner stove, and an oven
big enough to fit to three Thanksgiving turkeys in it. The dining
room has a sixteen -seater mahogany table with matching chairs.
    Who the hell
entertains for sixteen people? That’s not a dinner party, that’s a
freakin’ fiesta.
    The sparkling white walls confirm the owners of this house
plan to have no children. The chandeliers in the main hall and
dining area are large and gleaming. The ceilings are as high as
high can be. The furniture is all mahogany and stunning. This place
is timeless. This may very well be my dream house. It’s so homey
and warm. I love it.
But this place is huge. Spinning around, I
risk a question that I’m not sure I’ll like the answer to. “Is my
family coming here?”
    Boo’s face falls and
I know the answer before Nox says it. “No, Lily. You’re to remain
separated. You won’t have contact with them until the threat we’re
protecting you against is gone.”
    My heart
lurches.
    How long will that
be?
    I don’t risk asking
another question I may not like the answer to. Reaching up, I rub
my temples with my fingertips. “Can you please tell me what