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definitely more relaxed.
    “I, I thought I was being watched,” I stuttered. Get a grip, Aurora. Don’t let him see your fear. “Why have you been stalking me?” I asked in the sternest voice I could muster.
    “I need to know why you’re here.”
    I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t.
    “Join the club.” I giggled. Why are you giggling? What is wrong with you? This man is going to re-kill you!
    “I’m not in the mood for games. Are you saying you have no idea who dug you out of the grave?”
    “Well, technically, I pulled myself out of the grave. But I don’t know how it’s possible for me to be a living dead girl.” I gulped nervously. “What are you going to do to me?”
    “I haven’t decided yet.”
    That didn’t sound too promising.
    “Why did you take me?” I tried again but he didn’t answer. “Please,” I begged. “I haven’t done anything wrong. If you’re looking for answers, they aren’t going to come from me. I’ve been trying to find out myself.”
    “By watching Crime Scene all day?” I thought I heard a bit of amusement in his voice.
    “It gets boring at the house alone,” I retorted defensively.
    “And it gets boring watching you at the house all day,” he shot back. His voice had turned from mean to playful. I liked his flirty tone, even though I shouldn’t.
    “So the weird noises, the open door; it was you?” I asked tentatively.
    “I really shouldn’t be talking to you. I have a job to do.” His icy demeanor was back in a flash. I tensed up.
    “Whatever it is, please make it painless.”
    “I thought you didn’t feel pain?”
    “E r, I don’t, but I have a suspicion that if anyone can find a way around that, it might be you.”
    “I’m just here to do a job. It’s a personal preference of mine to ensure that the ‘information’ I was provided about the job is accurate. And to do that, I’m going to need to keep you here for surveillance for today and throughout the night.”
    “Is surveillance code for torture?”
    He laughed. “No, surveillance is code for surveillance. If you promise to be good, I’ll untie you.”
    “Oh, and if you promise to be good and then you betray me, I will kill you,” he added as an afterthought.
    Something about the tone of his voice told me that he had a way to kill an already dead girl. I didn’t want to find out what that was.
    “I promise,” I whispered.
    He walked purposefully over to the chair. For what I guessed was to illustrate his sheer physical power, he broke the thick, knotted ropes that bound my hands and feet with his bare hands.
    I stretched my arms and legs. “Can I stand up, please?”
    “Yeah, go ahead. The door is locked. I have the key and as you can see there are no windows. Walk around. Knock yourself out.”
    The room was long and mostly unfurnished. There was a small bed in the corner, and two more high-backed chairs like the one I had been bound to. The man watched as I walked the length of the room.
    “So, what do you know about me?” I prodded.
    “Aurora Stone. Sixteen years old when you died last summer. Resurrected from the dead exactly one year to the day of your death. And by what I gathered from our previous conversation, you are as clueless as I am as to why you’re back.”
    “ That sums it up,” I whispered. “How do you know so much about me?”
    He laughed. “You’re quite popular in certain circles.”
    “Care to elaborate?”
    “Not really.”
    I sighed and sat back down in my chair. “Are you going to take that hood off? It’s kind of creeping me out. Are you scared I’ll run and blab about what you look like? Or have you got some weird Phantom of the Opera thing going on?”
    In response, he pulled the hood back and smiled. “That’s true. I doubt many people would believe a dead girl.”
    I had to stop myself from gasping. Judging from his height and voice, I had thought he must be an old man, at least 25 or 30. But the person before me looked closer