Chapter 41 Face To Face

• Emily woke up in a room that felt weirdly normal—like a home office or a study.
• There were bookshelves along one wall and a single barred window letting in a dim, gray light that didn't tell her anything about what time of day it actually was. Her wrists were tied. They weren't crushed, but they were tight, and as she tried to pull against them, a voice from the corner of the room stopped her.
• "I wouldn't do that. Not because I'm going to stop you, but because you're just wasting your energy. Those bindings are silver-threaded. I'm guessing you've already noticed they don't feel great against human skin, considering what you are."