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I spun around to find the Titan with the smoky eyes peering at me. He stood inside the room with his hand perched on the door handle.
“It would be a shame to see something so beautiful splatter on the sidewalk below,” he said.
He looked even better now than he had when I saw him an hour ago. He was tall, broad, and more muscular than I thought. He wore a smile as he crossed the room toward me. He moved well, like an Olympic athlete on legs that wouldn’t quit.
“I couldn’t fall anyway,” I said, my voice sounding small and pathetic. “The windows don’t open.”
“They might not open,” he said. “But they can be broken.”
Of course! Why didn’t I think of that? I could have hurled a chair through it and…
What, exactly?
Fall to my death the way he was warning me not to do?
Or grow sticky hands like Spider-Man so I could scale my way to freedom?
“Please, take a seat,” the alien hunk—uh, the guy—said.
“Will you sit for a minute to discuss an… arrangement I think you might be interested in?”
He was soft and gentle in the way he spoke. His expression was open and calm.
I edged down into a seat.
“Would you like something to drink or eat?” he said. “I’m sure I can get something.”
I shook my head.
He took a seat opposite me. His chair seemed far too close. I should have moved it back a little… maybe a couple of rooms. Then I would have felt comfortable.
I kept my eyes firmly on him. If he tried anything, I would scoop that lamp up and swing it at his head. I could bolt through the door and maybe, if I was very lucky, I could escape this place.
“First, let me introduce myself,” he said. “My name is Dyrel.”
He performed a strange movement. He brought a fist to his chest and smiled at me. I had no idea what it meant.
He caught himself staring at me and lowered his hand.
“Right,” he said. “You don’t know our traditions. We do this movement when we meet someone for the first time. It’s a polite thing to do. Not that you need to know that. In fact, that’s one of the reasons I chose you. You’re probably wondering what the other reasons I chose you are.”
The thought had occurred to me. I mean, he could have had any of the girls in this place. They fawned over him like he was the Messiah. All I wanted to do was escape.
“I need a little help from you with something,” he said.
He frowned in thought.
“This… This is a lot harder than I expected,” he said.
He leaned forward, coming a little too close for my liking. My arm tensed, ready to fly out and grab that lamp in an instant. If he came forward just one more inch, I would let rip.
“It’s like this,” he said. “I’m from a wealthy family.”
I felt sorry for him already.
“And my mom, she’s, well, kind of traditional,” he said. “She wants me to take over the family business. In fact, I was supposed to have taken it over already.”
Poor guy. It was such a tragedy he had to put up with his millions and his opportunities—nothing like being abducted and sold not once, but twice!
