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that down, please.” I lift my hands up as I inch closer to him. He’s just staring at me, his head lowered so the strands of his hair are falling into his eyes. The glass crunches under my sneakers and Isaac’s hand closes over the shard.
    “Just let go of that. You’re hurting yourself,” I say softly. “Let me help you.”
    He takes a step forward, the shard pointed at me. I stop but don’t flinch, just wipe all emotion off my face. His hand starts to shake a little, and then he closes his eyes for a moment. He lets the shard drop out of his hand and crash to the tiled floor.
    I let out a breath I didn’t even know I’ve been holding. His gaze is pinned to the floor and the bloody shards that lie in a heap at his feet. I’m glad he hasn’t taken off his boots.
    “Come here, please.” I go over to the cabinet and find an antiseptic and bandages. “Just be careful of the glass.”
    He doesn’t say anything as he lifts his eyes toward me and does as I requested.
    “Give me your hand.” I wait until he reluctantly places his hand into mine. “This is going to sting a little.” I gently hold his warm hand as I dab at the cut with the antiseptic. The wound doesn’t look deep, so I just clean it up and wrap a bandage around his hand. His brow is slightly creased as he watches me.
    “Okay. All done.” I let go of him, certain that he doesn’t want to touch me for longer than necessary. “Do you want me to take a look at anything else?”
    He shakes his head. “Sorry I damaged your property.”
    I look up at him, my lips parting, and I know he doesn’t mean my mirror. He means himself. Shit. I guess wrapping his head around the concept that he has to stay at my place and be a free man at the same time is a bit hard for him, and I’m not really surprised. I was only captive for three months and I had a hard time believing the nightmare was finally over when I was back and safe in my home, which somehow didn’t feel like my own. Isaac just needs time. He’ll be fine. At least that’s what I hope.
    “It’s okay. One thing less to clean. I have other mirrors.” I wink at him, and he gapes at me. “Now let me clean up that mess. You can go get some food in the kitchen.”
    He just watches me for a moment and I think he’s about to say something, but then he frowns and strolls through the door. As I pick up the glass, I listen for a moment for any crashes in the kitchen and wonder if I secured everything that Isaac could use to harm me or himself, but I don’t hear anything, so I finish cleaning up.

I stare at the book in my lap and realize I’ve been reading the same paragraph over and over. My mind just keeps wandering to Isaac, who is resting in my room. He didn’t speak to me at all when I got him some food. And when I offered him my bed, he just nodded and left. Dumping the book onto the couch, I grab my phone to check the calendar. I don’t know how long it’ll take for Lilith to bring Raphael’s operation down, but I can’t imagine it’ll happen overnight, which means I’ll have to find some way to talk to Isaac... or send him off somewhere.
    Him being here... It’s unsettling. I’m not sure I’ll be able to stand it for weeks. I cradle the phone in my palm, trying to resist the urge to call Lilith. She has enough on her plate and I know we should contact each other as little as possible in case Raphael has found a way to monitor her, so I place the phone onto the glass table in front of me.
    A soft thud coming from my room makes me groan. What is he up to now? Did he find another thing in my apartment that he can turn into a weapon or is he just having restless sleep? Maybe I should give him space, but I need to know what’s going on. He’s not exactly trustworthy.
    As I reach the door, I listen for a moment and hear rustling. What the hell is he doing? I knock and open the door before he can answer. The hair on the back of my neck stiffens when I see the scene in front of me.