The Immortal Coil

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safe here. We mean you no harm.”
    My entire body tingled the moment we touched. I looked down at her soft petite hands on mine and smiled for a second, forgetting where I was. Her perfume was intoxicating. I could smell a very faint scent of flowers coming from her exposed neck. Feeling a bit braver, I looked her over from head to toe. Vivian was absolutely gorgeous.
    She smiled at me and patted my hand. “My apologies if we frightened you, it was not our intention …” Her voice trailed off and her gaze became vacant as she stared past me. I turned around to see what was there, but all I could see were some oil paintings of landscapes on the wall.
    Vivian stood up. “She’s calling me. I must go greet the other guests. Play nice.” She addressed Noah while walking to the door and closing it behind her.
    I watched the door listlessly, wishing for her to come back. After a few seconds my daze wore off and I remembered I was alone in the room with Noah now. He was sizing me up from across the room with a predatory glare.
    I inched away from him on the bed as he sauntered toward me.
    “Relax already, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, putting his hands up and taking a step back.
    I remained cautious and looked at the weapons still on his hips. Noah rolled his eyes and took them in his hands. I backed up another couple of inches, almost falling off the bed. He placed the swords on the mantle, almost knocking over the expensive-looking decorations without seeming to care.
    “Better?” he asked.
    Noah approached again and turned his back to me. More Asian tattoos that I hadn’t noticed earlier ran down his spine. He fell back on the bed and rested his arms behind his head. I jumped to my feet and traded places with him against the wall. As long as he was being civil, I had so many questions I didn’t know where to start.
    “Why’d you kidnap me?” I figured that was as good a place to begin as any.
    “Leave if you want.” He waved his hand at the door. “Those guys are just going to keep coming after you, and I won’t always be there to save your ass.” Noah came off as so laid-back when he wasn’t murdering people, but I seriously doubted he was just going to let me walk out. “You wouldn’t have liked them as much, trust me. Besides, I’m a whole lot better to look at.”
    I ignored his last comment. “Who are they? And who are you? Are you in the Mafia or the Yakuza or something?”
    “No!” he said and burst out laughing.
    I felt a bit insulted by his reaction, but it was better than him stabbing me. “Then why did you bring me here? Do my parents owe you money?”
    Noah rolled his eyes again.
    “It’s my turn to ask something.” I could hear the piano still playing somewhere in the house. The increasing din of conversation and laughter sounded like there was a party starting outside. “Can you fly?” He was squinting at me like he was serious, but his smirk threw me off.
    “No.” I wasn’t being completely honest with him.
    I had made several attempts at flying since I learned about being telekinetic, and they all ended in total failure. Lifting myself up wasn’t too tough, but it was balance that gave me the most problems. After multiple near-death experiences, I gave up and put it behind me with the only thing gained being a new fear of heights.
    “That sucks.” Noah lay back again, obviously disappointed by my answer.
    “How are you so fast?”
    “It’s in my blood.” He was looking at his boots, which were getting the clean sheets on the bed all dirty. It made me cringe thinking how angry Vivian would be if she saw.
    “That’s not a real answer.” I surprised myself at how brazen I was being with him.
    He looked at me sideways. “Neither is you saying you can’t fly.”
    Was he reading my mind or what?
    “How long have you been following me?” I asked.
    Noah sat up and moved to the edge of the bed like he was more invested in our conversation now. “Not long. I only

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