The intensity of his presence lingered long after he turned his back on me. He settled beneath the heavy furs and the silence returned, but it was no longer the peaceful quiet of the mountainside. It was the heavy, loaded silence of a predator’s den.
I walked back to the stone table, my movements slow and deliberate. I was being careful not to make a sound. I didn’t want to trigger another warning.
The price of your captivity is the price of my existence. His words echoed in my head. He was bound, and somehow I had become the mechanism of his binding.
I found my jacket, discarded on the floor from the night before. Carefully, I extracted my phone from the interior pocket. I had no intentions of contacting the outside world, but I needed something to do. I needed to occupy my mind bef
