Paris’ POV
“Who’s there?” I asked, startled, cold sweat once again running over my skin. A thousand possibilities crossed my mind, among them the idea that someone had stayed behind in the room to attack me once I believed I was safe. “Come on, I already heard you. Speak up already!”
Silence—dense, heavy. I turned, still bound and feeling completely exposed. I cursed my inability to see in the darkness, and the fact that my senses lacked the reach and power they should have had.
“Calm down. That is about to change.”
“What the hell!”
This time I heard the voice with absolute clarity, yet I couldn’t tell where in the room it was coming from—and as far as I remembered, the room wasn’t particularly large.
“Show yourself!” I ordered. “There’s a switch next to the door. Stop being such a c
