“Okay, then why are we here?” I asked, removing my jacket so he could have something better to look at besides the floor.
“To observe,” he answered, but I didn't know what he meant. “To observe you.”
I could not help but smile and admire his chiseled features and noticeably soft, pink lips.
“What do you think of what you've seen so far tonight?” He leaned back, relaxing a bit.
I was thrown by the question. I had thought this was about me, but I played along. “I don't really like it. It smells, the people or creatures are odd, there are at least two foreign languages here and this place scares me. Couldn't we have gone anywhere else?” I eased a little closer to him in the booth.
“Do you think you could have survived on your own five weeks ago after you escaped the prison?” He was now t
