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to my age! He had thick jet-black hair, a sharp jaw line, ghostly pale skin, and piercing eyes so dark they looked black. I was momentarily at a loss for words. He made Michael England look like Screech!
    “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” His face was stern but his eyes were smiling.
    “I, I’m sorry.” I was stuttering again. This was too late in life to develop a speech disorder. I had to get it together. “I didn’t expect you to be so young,” I admitted. Or so hot , I added silently. “How old are you, anyway?”
    “Older than I look. You could say I’ve…aged well.”
    I knew by now better than to keep pressing for more info on these vague answers. “What’s your name?” I changed the subject.
    “Lucas.”
    Even his name is sexy!
    “Cool,” I said. Lame, Aurora.
    Surely this Greek god lookalike wasn’t really capable of killing me. “Are you still thinking about sending me back to the grave?” I blurted out.
    “We’ll see,” was all Lucas would say.
    The minutes ticked by and slowly turned into hours. I knew Henry must be wondering where I was. I hoped he didn’t go digging up the grave to look for me.
    As nighttime approached, like clockwork, I felt the strange sensation that started in my forehead, the imminent sign that one of my blackouts was coming. It was one thing when it happened at Henry’s house. I trusted him with my life, and besides, he was such a heavy sleeper he hadn’t even noticed anything out of the ordinary.
    It reminded me of when I had my wisdom teeth out last year; they gave me the drug to knock me out and told me to count backwards from 100. I didn’t remember counting. I didn’t even remember feeling sleepy. But suddenly the surgery was over.
    As the head pain got more intense, I tried to fight it. But it was useless.

Chapter 10
    And then it was morning. I assumed it was morning, because I was up. No memory of the time between when I first got that funny-head feeling and now. I was no longer in the chair (my last memory) but instead sitting curled up in the corner of the room. Lucas was standing in the opposite corner, looking at me.
    “Time to go,” he said.
    “What happened?” I asked.
    “I have what I need. Now I’m taking you home.”
    “No,” I said irritably. “I didn’t ask what was going to happen. I asked what happened!”
    “Don’t make me take you to Henry’s house the same way I brought you here.”
    I followed Lucas silently outside. He didn’t try to blind fold me or conceal anything about the location. Looking over my shoulder, I took note of where I had just spent the night. From the outside, it looked like a small house; it even had what appeared to be windows with curtains. No one passing by would ever guess that inside was simply one dank, square room.
    He pointed to a beat up Sedan. “I won’t make you get in the trunk, but I can’t let anyone see you with me either. There’s a blanket in the back seat. Lie down and I’ll drape that over you.”
    I did what he asked without protest.
    We didn’t speak on the way to Henry’s house. Lucas stopped the car 2 blocks away. “This is as far as I take you.”
    “But what if someone I know sees me!” I argued.
    “Here, take this.” Lucas handed me a black pullover hoodie. I wriggled into it, still lying down across the back seats.
    “I look ridiculous!” I exclaimed. The arms hung almost a foot past the tips of my fingers and the bottom of the hoodie was well past my knees.
    “Just walk quickly. Sprint if you can,” Lucas growled. And without so much as a goodbye, he sped off.

Chapter 11
    I walked slowly back towards Henry’s house, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Lucas had made a point to say more than once that he’d kidnapped me in order to watch me. But what is he watching for? Why are all the men in my life so secretive? First Henry, and now Lucas.
    They were the only two people that I’d had contact with since I was resurrected, and I