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stood there trembling like
she’d seen a ghost. Good; it served her right. She pissed him off.
    “ Now. I’m leaving.” He turned away
and walked toward the door, but thoughts not his own crossed his mind. Her
thoughts escalated and she even hurled a few insults at him. Oh, he’d get her
later for calling him a motherfucker. How dare she plot her escape when he
hadn’t even left the room!
    He turned on his heel to face
her. “You can never leave, not without my say-so.” As he spoke, he mentally
placed boundaries around the room. Nothing could get in, and she couldn’t get
out.
    “ You’ll never leave because
you’re magically bound to this room. I’m sorry, darling, but you’ve left me no
other choice.” He grinned because the shocked expression on her face was
priceless. Apparently she’d forgotten he could read her mind.
    “ When are you coming back?” she
asked as she stood with her back to the wall. She hadn’t moved an inch.
    “ I’ll return once I’ve found out
more answers.”
    She folded her arms and shot
him an annoyed stare. “Answers about what?” she snapped.
    “ Just wait here,” he bit out
sharply. “If you and I are to exist under the same roof, you need to cool that
temper of yours.”
    Helena plopped herself down on
the large bed and scowled at him. She looked cute when she scowled.
    “ Is there something other than
our bargain I should be worrying about?”
    Her scowl turned into a mask of
concern. Even a hint of fear lurked in her brown eyes. That sank his heart.
“I’ll let you know when I find out.” With that, he exited the room, leaving a
fuming Helena sitting on the bed.
    As he strode through the empty
corridors of the gloomy mansion, Cyn wondered why Sorscha sought out a mere human for his mate. Not that he
was complaining. The woman had a hold on him, and he knew it. The vixen would
probably wrap him around her little finger. Apparently there was something his
mother wasn’t telling him.
    Deep down, his instincts told
him he should be prepared for what they all were about to face.
     

Chapter Three
     
    When he left, Helena leaped off
the bed and ran over to the door. She reached out for the doorknob, but her
hand bounced off it. “Damn you, Cyn !” She cursed out
loud. She couldn’t get her hand anywhere near the damn knob. A force field or
something was around it. She tried several times in vain and sought other ways
to gain her freedom.
    She went over to the tall
windows that were draped in blood-red velvet curtains. She smiled as she pulled
the curtains back and peered outside. For as many miles as her eyes could see,
there was nothing but rich, green land. Was this what Hell looked like? She
rubbed her eyes at the paradise laid out in front of her.
    Desperate, she tried opening
the window, but it wouldn’t budge. Frantically, she looked around the room.
Yeah, the chair should do the trick. She rushed over and tried to pick the
chair up, but it seemed to weigh more than she thought.
    Cursing, she glanced over at
the large fireplace. Okay, so a poker would have to do. Relieved, she marched
over to the window, pulled the curtains back, and pounded the poker against the
glass. To her surprise, it only bounced off. She tried several more times,
stifling her sobs.
    She threw her head back and
cursed the demon some more. “Damn you!” She stomped her foot and tossed the
poker to the ground. Windows that couldn’t break? Seriously? He sure as hell had thought of everything to keep
her where he wanted her.
    Helena wouldn’t cry. She’d have
to beat the demon at his own game. But
how? He owned her now and that infuriated her. Why had she entered into
this bargain? At the time, her gut had told her it was a good thing. Aunt Mimi
would receive proper treatment, and all would be well. But now she wondered if
she’d made a deadly mistake. She paced back and forth, trying to come up with a
plan. Perhaps she could cast a spell? No, that wouldn’t work. Spells