Chapter Eleven
“What are you doing?”
At the sound of the familiar deep voice, Emily jumped and whirled around, trying not to look guilty. “Just examining the texture of these walls,” she said brightly.
“Uh-huh.” Zaron didn’t look like he believed her. And then she knew he didn’t believe her because he said gently, “Emily, they won’t open for you, no matter how much you search for the mechanism. This house is intelligent, and it’s programmed to respond to me, not you.”
Emily’s mouth tightened. “Right, of course.” She’d suspected as much. For the past hour, she’d diligently searched every nook and cranny of the living room and kitchen area for a way out, and as far as she could tell, there was none.
Unless Zaron did whatever it was that he did to make the walls open, she was stuck.
He
