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with orange light in the darkish room.
Every thought, every memory began to melt away from my mind.
“Sarafina Lacy Oli—” he managed to say before Enock ripped one of
his hands away from my body and the lights went out.
    “Not yet, brother,” Enock said. “Let her rest
now.”
    Kristoffer gave me a wary look. “She can rest
when we are finished.”
    With what?
I wondered, shivering
with the strangeness of his words.
    “Tomorrow, Kristoff. Let her rest now,” Enock
repeated.
    Kristoffer’s voice lowered. “It is too late
now. Think of what she has just seen.”
    “Trust me—tomorrow.” Enock’s eyes became
fierce as he reached for the door, his stare on the redhead
remaining constant and cold.
    Their voices began to change and became
difficult to understand as he opened the door and they both left,
shutting me inside the room all alone.
    The hair on my arms was still standing on end
from what they were saying, but I had to pee. So I went to open
what I thought was the bathroom door, but the little bit of light
that drifted in revealed a closet full of dresses and shoes. They
were gorgeous, but I needed a bathroom.
    Hurrying to the door the two half-men had
just closed, I grabbed the charcoal-black handle and pulled. I
thought my bones might rip right out of socket; the door was so
hard to open. But budge by budge, I got it.
    Of course, the hallway was deserted by then.
And I didn’t want to go wandering around, looking for a bathroom
and risking running into the wrong person. So I put my back against
the door and slowly forced it shut, thinking how strong my arms and
legs would probably be after a few weeks of using the manor’s
doors.
    There was another door on the right side of
the room, but I was so scared it led to another bedroom that I
wasn’t willing to check it out.
    Instead, I pulled back the drapes hanging on
the wall beside the closet. It was the only window I could get to.
The other ones were covered by the headboard of my bed and the
vanity mirror which was almost as big. The window I stood beside
was surprisingly easy to unlock and open. Then I climbed into the
cold air, praying no one would see me, and used the bathroom
outside. It felt wrong and weird, but it also felt like I had no
other choice.
    As I squatted down in the grass, I felt
rotten. I was stuck in this old house, which was stuck in the past,
peeing outside because I didn’t even know where the bathroom
was—assuming there was one—and Enock hadn’t even said hi or
anything.
And
I was starving.
    As I climbed back into my room, the magic of
escaping to a foreign land to chase after a mysteriously gorgeous
man wore off completely, and I really wished I was closer to home
so I could find somewhere with cell phone reception and call my dad
to come get me immediately!
     

 
    Chapter
Five
     
    “Miss Sarafina,” someone with the same accent
as Henrik’s said gently.
    The cold air hit my arms as I pulled them out
of the blanket to stretch. Jet lag had set in full force, so I felt
exhausted.
    “You’re just a girl,” the voice said
again.
    I opened my eyes and saw a pretty young
blonde—bright-eyed with pale skin—standing beside my bed. “I’m not
a girl,” I said as I sat up. “I’m eighteen. I’m an adult.”
    “But you’re a teenager, like me. I’m the only
other one in the household, you know. So I’m really glad you’re
here.”
    My drapes had been drawn, so I could see the
sun barely coming up. I also noticed that the door on the side of
my room was open and that the main one wasn’t. “Are you like my
next door neighbor?” I asked jokingly as I pulled the covers around
my shoulders against the cold. The fire had long since gone
out.
    “What’s a neighbor?” the girl asked.
    I stared at her a little dumbfounded. “You
don’t know what a neighbor is?”
    She shook her head. “I’ve never left the
grounds.”
    It was true that there didn’t seem to be
another living soul for miles around. “A