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be trying to find a way out of here - an advantage, anything - every
moment I could, and this could be a good opportunity.
    My gaze drifted back to
Leo sitting at the table, and I jumped as I caught the knowing look in his eyes
while he watched me intently. I turned back to the cupboards uncertainly, not
saying anything, but dissuaded enough from trying something. I wasn’t going to
be able to sneak a knife while I was around him, and as for turning and
swinging it at him…I had a good idea of my chances there. Disappointment and
brief despair flared in my chest, but I pushed it away and found the plate I’d
originally been searching for, refusing to look at Leo as I arranged the pizza
on it.
    Just forget it. Eat
pizza. Get some sleep. You can work out what you’re going to do tomorrow.
    Some part of me felt bad
for giving up as I turned towards the microwave, but the more insistent part
just wanted the pizza, and for things to be easy for a few brief moments.
    The beeping of the
microwave signaled it was done, and neither of us said anything as I sat back
down and started eating. The air between us was tense again, alive with
currents I couldn’t understand, and more than anything I just wanted to ignore
it all.
    So instead, I focused on
the pizza - which tasted amazing, even if that was probably just because I
hadn’t eaten much today, and junk food had always been a rare indulgence.
Tonight I definitely felt like indulging.
    When he was done, Leo
stood and stretched, looking impatient for the first time as he watched me
finish. I refused to rush, instead taking my time to enjoy it and feeling an
odd mix of satisfaction and guilt at delaying him.
    “C’mon. Let’s see if we
can get at least a couple of hours’ sleep tonight.” Leo spoke as soon as I’d
finished, and I thought I could hear the hint of exhaustion in his voice.
    I followed him,
preoccupied by trying to work out how I could take advantage of that exhaustion
while trying to ignore the insistent pressure of my own. The violent emotions
of this evening had drained me, and I felt dull and worn out - punctuated by
moments of terror or despair as my mind returned to the reality of my
situation.
    We headed up the stairs
and then Leo unlocked a door at the far end of the hall. It wasn’t until I
stepped inside and saw the large double bed in the middle of the opposite wall
that I finally realized what was going on.
    “Oh no. Oh hell no.” I
backed away from Leo, suddenly feeling like running out of the room entirely.
    He turned to me as if
he’d expected the objection, but just shrugged, that glint of amusement back in
his eyes and the ghost of a cocky smile on his face.
    “Sorry, princess.”
    “I am not sharing
a room with you - absolutely not! ” My eyes flared with outrage as I
stared at him, but he didn’t budge.
    “Not much choice, girl -
you destroyed the other one.” He walked around me and shut the door, and that
simple gesture had me shuddering.
    No way. I couldn’t do
this. Not after the way I’d reacted to him earlier…I couldn’t trust myself with
this. Not to mention sleeping in the same room as my kidnapper was repulsive. I
wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
    He glanced over at me,
but my disgust didn’t seem to mean anything to him - and to my shock, he
started stripping off his shirt.
    “No - stop! Don’t do
that!”
    I stared as the hard, sculpted
muscles of his chest came into view, captivated by the casual way they moved
and flexed as he shrugged the shirt off. His skin was covered in striking, dark
tattoos - a lion’s head on one side, while an angel and demon fought on on the
other. Another came around his side, its long, twisting body leading to a
fanged snake’s open mouth.
    I forced my head away
before I could take in anything more, blushing furiously for staring - and at
what I’d seen, and the way I wanted to look again. To never stop looking.
    The low chuckle only made
it worse, and I clenched my