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“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Glancing up from my book, I find a dark-eyed Monster standing in the doorway of the living room, looking pleased with himself. I’m sitting on the couch, covered in blankets, taking it easy after being in The Box a few days ago. I put down my copy of Isabel Allende’s The House of the Spirits and c**k my head.
“Oh?” I ask. My voice is mostly recovered, but my poor fingertips are still healing from when I dragged them across the lid of The Box, desperate to get out.
“Yes. But it will require some faith on your part,” Monster says as he walks toward me, moving slowly.
Suspicion flares in my mind. “Faith?”
He reaches the couch, feeling the grey worsted wool on the arm. He seems thoughtful. “Yes. I am going to offer you something, but you have to do someth
