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Perhaps there was a secret compartment in the walls containing more information. It wasn’t impossible.
    I started heading toward the Lyric Room when I suddenly heard the television turn on, the white static noise blaring loudly throughout the entire basement. I froze and strained my ears, trying to hear anything through it but it was no use. With my heart about to punch through my chest, I stepped forward slowly, placing each foot in front of the other cautiously. It was then I remembered that Elliot had taken the gun with him. Great.
    The door to the Prep Room was slightly ajar and I could see the television on from a distance. Still, I was getting more afraid by the second and my head was beginning to ache with the loud, static noise. I swallowed my fear and rushed forward, slamming open the door and facing the culprit, but no one was there.
    I turned off the television quickly and stood up, taking deep breaths to calm my nerves. When I finally slowed my breathing and my heart stopped racing, falling back to a resting pulse, I sighed.
    And then something lightly kissed the back of my neck.
    My entire body flushed instantly as I jumped forward, fighting off the fog that sought to cloud my senses. I turned around, and in the doorway he stood.
    He was tall, his head nearly brushing the door’s frame. His dark hair was long and beautiful, so th in, it was as if each strand blended with the wind. His lips were a fleshy pink. His face was rigid and strong, housing the body’s most powerful weapon: the eyes. They were sensual and inviting, nearly hypnotizing me with its elegant, emerald green. He was muscular but right on the edge of too much. He oozed, he dripped with seduction and I would be lying if flashes of us together didn’t barrel through the recesses of my mind. No, he wasn’t scary in form. What scared me was the pull he had over me.
    And the fact that he knew it.
    He couldn’t read my thoughts. But somehow he knew I was his.
    I hadn’t seen him in over a year, not since the night he turned into a stalker of the night.
    And yet, his hold had never waned. His hypnosis hadn’t weakened.
    Dear god, I was his…
    “Hello, Alexandria,” he said slowly, each syllable sending chills down my spine, into my pores and onto my skin. I shuddered and tried to slow my breathing all over again.
    “Hello, Noah,” I whispered, my throat constricting and going painfully dry. Noah flashed that electrifying smile of his.
    “Are you thirsty?” he said. His voice was so deep and alluring. It was like dark chocolate.
    “I am,” I managed to say.
    “I am too,” he said, but then he smiled and laughed slightly. “Don’t worry, not for that.”
    He stepped over to me slowly and then sat down on the couch. He motioned for me to join him. I obeyed.
    “I think about this couch every night,” he confessed. I just nodded like an idiot.
    “Where have you been, Noah?” I heard myself asking, my throat painfully dry.
    “Here and there. Traveling the world. Ever since I realized what I was, that I could fly…I just wanted to see everything.”
    “And you did that in a year?”
    “For the most part. Though, my thoughts were al ways with you.”
    He leaned forward slowly until his lips brushed against mine. He let me taste his breath before he pulled away suddenly, staring off into a corner.
    “Of course,” he continued. “I’m not stupid. I realized that you had to be the reason I turned into this.”
    “Um,” I began to speak but he put a finger to my lips to shush me. I kissed it absent-mindedly. What was wrong with me?
    “It’s okay. You don’t have to speak. I’ll just talk for a bit if that’s okay with you. Then I have a couple questions.”
    “Whatever you want,” I cried out awkwardly.
    “I have a confession to make, Alexandra. I’ve been watching you for the past couple of days. I hope you can forgive me. It’s just that I wanted to see who you were, without any pretense, without your mind being clouded