"You shocked her." I acknowledged.

"Well there wasn't a baseball bat so I had to. You didn't do anything." Luna spoke. "She will be okay." She defended herself. "She'll wake up in a few hours."

"In a few hours?" I blurred out.

"Don't blame me. Nyx got those from someone. I'm not to blame for how strong they are." She shrugged.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"Oh come on." She snorted. "One, it helped her. Two, we'd use it on her one way or another, you know that. At least now we know how big of an effect they have."

"Luna." I said her name in a warning voice.

"Okay, I'm quiet now." She raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "But if I can say one more thing, she shouldn't be here." She looked around the room that had once belonged to Val. "She's got a lot of stuff here that she could kill us with."

"She'll kill us with her bare hands if she wants to, don't you think?"

"Huh, you're right." She looked thoughtfully at Lyssa, on the bed. "I'm going to reprogram those bracelets so she can't leave the room without our permission. I'll see you later." She turned and left.

I walked a little closer to the bed and pulled a chair from the table to it. I sat up and looked at Lyssa.

She was so calm.

Her chest rose slowly and regularly. But my gaze stopped at her hand.

Is it possible that the burn is from the explosion? But why only in that place? It doesn't make any sense.

The skin was well healed, but it was still visible that it was a burn. But the tattoo should still be visible. Even if the skin breaks.

So why can't it be seen?

Her words made me wonder if it really was Lyssa and not someone else. It's just that little seed of doubt in the back of my head.

I slowly stood up and walked closer to her. I brushed her hair away from the right side of her face and leaned over her so I could see the mark under her ear.

It's there.

Thank goodness.

"Do you know what personal space is?" I pulled away from her when she spoke. Her eyes were suddenly open and she was looking at me with a not enthusiastic expression.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Enough to know you'd make a good stalker. Do you often enjoy the sight of sleeping women?" She raised herself with her hands to lean against the head of the bed. "What happened?" She ran her fingers over her temples.

"Don't you remember?" I frowned.

"I remember planning to kill you. You willingly gave me a gun and then it's all a blur."

"You started screaming." She looked up at me. "You wanted something to stop, but I don't know what. Then you..."

"Passed out." She completed my sentence. "Well, not on my own." She looked at her hands. "You helped me."

"Luna was just trying to help." I was defending her.

"And she quite enjoyed it, didn't she?" She snorted. "She doesn't like me. She's not like you. She would have no problem killing me, but you would. Why?" She narrowed her eyes.

"You should rest." I ignored everything she said and started walking towards the door.

"Hey!" She stopped me as she shouted. "You didn't answer me."

"I don't like questions more than you." I said before walking out the door and closing it behind me.



I took a nap after he left.

I have to take advantage of being in a normal bed and not in that prison.

I don't even know what time it was when I woke up, but it was already dark outside.

I checked the windows to see if it was possible to escape through them, but for now it's not possible.

They must have already reprogrammed those goddamn bracelets. I really don't want to get another shock. One was enough for me.

Basically, there is nothing in this room that I can use, that is, unless I want to kill them with a hairbrush. I've never tried it. Maybe it would be fun. Who knows.

Finally, I tried the most ordinary thing. Door.

To my surprise they opened but on the other side of them were two huge guys. They should stop using growth hormones.

"Can we help you?" One asked with a stony expression.

"Maybe. How do I get out of here?" I raised an eyebrow.

"You may leave the room only with supervision." He spoke again.

"Let's go." I stepped forward, but he pushed me to stay in the room. "What? You are a supervisor after all."

"You can only leave with Mr. Acker or Miss Luna. Those are the orders."

"So move those big asses and go get one of them."

"Mr. Acker is not at the villa at the moment."

"Do I look like I care? Go ask the blonde." I frowned.

The one with whom I was talking so far nodded his head at the other, and then he immediately left somewhere.

"How long have you been working here?"

"No personal questions." He pushed me again, causing me to stumble backwards. The guy followed me into the room and closed the door. He stood next to them, close to the wall, and clasped his hands behind his back.

"So what am I allowed to ask?"

"Nothing."

"Oh how much fun we are going to have." I snorted and walked over to the table. I ran my fingers along the hairbrush.

Maybe I could try it. You know, kill someone with a hairbrush. It's definitely somewhere on my to-do list.

Before I could do anything, the door opened and a blonde stood in it. "What do you want?"

"Smile?" I tried, but she just started to glare at me. "I want to get out of here. Preferably from New York, if possible." I walked over to her.

"You're just wasting my time." She turned to leave but I stopped her when I grabbed her wrist.

"Wait. At least from this room."

"Let me go first." I slowly loosened my grip. "Fifteen minutes." She took her cell phone out of her pocket and clicked something that caused the bracelets to flash green.

I need that cell phone.

"Don't even think about it."

"What am I thinking about?"

"You know very well." She looked up at me. "Don't touch anything and don't try to run away. You'll get 10 meters away from me and you'll get a shock. Do you understand me?"

"Of course." I smiled. "Let's go."

She rolled her eyes before turning and starting to walk away from me. "10 meters." She warned.

"I heard you the first time." I ran to her. "I'm hungry, where's the kitchen?"

"You mean the place where the knives are? Sure." She snorted.

"Come on. We both know I can kill without them. I'm just hungry." That's really true. Although I could use knives, I'm more hungry.

"Fine. But try something and..."

"Yes Yes." I interrupted her. "I'm getting a shock. So where's the kitchen?"

She just exhaled heavily and pointed with her finger in the direction, which is probably the kitchen. I followed the direction of her finger and through the living room and dining room I finally reached the kitchen.

"You have 10 minutes, you should move. Grab some food and eat it in your room."

"What?" I frowned. "No, I'm going to cook."

"Oh no, not again." She laughed, and that's probably the first time I've seen her laugh.

"Something funny?" I asked seriously, but for some reason the corners of my mouth slowly lifted into a smile.

"No, sorry. Fine, cook something, but don't set it on fire here."

"Why should I? I know how to cook."

"That would be a first." She laughed again, more quietly now.

I was about to say something else when her cell phone rang.

"Yes?" She picked it up. "Yeah she's with me....No don't worry...In the kitchen, why? I don't have my laptop with me...Of course I can...Fine, I'll go figure it out. See ya." She hung up.

"Don't tell me you're going to lock me back up."

"No, Killian should be back any minute and..." She stopped when she heard the door slam. "Speaking of the devil." She turned and started walking away.

I could have grabbed the nearest knife, but instead I just stood there staring at the door, waiting for Killian. What am I doing?

Not even two minutes later he appeared at the door. Sexy is the word I would use to describe him now.

He was wearing a white shirt, unbuttoned by a couple of buttons, black pants, which certainly wrapped around his ass nicely, and he was holding a black jacket in his hand. His hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes were a little tired.

When I looked him up and down again, I noticed a dog right behind him.

I almost climbed the kitchen counter when he ran towards me.

"No." I pointed my finger at him, but he didn't listen.

He jumped on me and I grabbed the counter at the last moment.

"Get off me, dog." I tried to shake him off, but in vain. What's wrong with him? "Odin, get off!"

"What did you say?" I looked up at Killian.

"Get him off me. Now!"

"No, you said Odin." He took a few steps towards me.

"What? Who cares? Take him away. I don't like dogs."

"Odin, come here." He crouched on the ground and the dog walked over to him. "Let's go." He stood up and walked to the door. He closed the door after he had taken him to the next room so he couldn't get to us. "How did you know his name?" He turned around.

"I didn't." I frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"You called him Odin."

"No, I didn't." I feel like he stopped taking pills ever since he met me. He makes no sense.

"But..." He let out a heavy breath as if giving up. "Nothing. You wanted to cook right? Cook." He threw his jacket over the chair and sat down.

Will he take his shirt off if it gets too hot in here?

What the hell am I talking about?

Eris, get it together.



From time to time I looked up from my phone to check what she was doing. Mostly she just walked up and down or stood behind the stove and stirred something.

I didn't know what she was doing because I had most of my attention on my mobile.

I came back from Lucy, so a lot has accumulated in that time.

It's strange that Lyssa didn't ask me what was where. She found everything without problems, as if she knew where everything was.

It gave me hope.

Hope she remembers something. Anything.

And it's not only that. I swear she said Odin's name. She had no way of knowing it, but she did.

"Could you make me some coffee while you're there?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Make it yourself." She snorted. "I am a prisoner not a servant."

I thought her answer would be like this.

I stood up and walked past her. But I stopped by when I noticed the milk and pasta in the pot. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing for you." She pushed my shoulder. "It's for me."

"But they are..."

"Yeah, macaroni and cheese. Go make some coffee."

"Where did you learn to make them?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. "Can you leave me alone? I'm not doing anything but cooking."

"Sorry, I just..."

"You just what?" She cut me off and leaned her right hand on the kitchen counter while placing the other on her hip. "Can't leave me alone? I can see that." She snorted and turned back to the pot.

She took the spoon and began to stir, but the pot moved, so she tried to catch it with her other hand.

"Careful." I grabbed her hand before she got burned on the bottom.

I looked up at her face and found her looking at me like a ghost. Something in her eyes is different from this morning. What is it?

"You can let me go now." She spoke first.

"Sorry." I slowly let go of her hand and pulled away.

"That's fine." She whispered as I turned around. "I didn't mind." She said even more quietly, but I could still hear her.

I couldn't help but smile.

I knew Lyssa was still in there somewhere. I just have to help her remember.

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