Chapter 14

"Who is it?" says the dad as he walks up behind Bennet. He's the blonde and older version of his son. He looks down at me with surprise. It's clear he didn't expect me. He smiles gently.

"Hello there, I didn't know you were up. Would you like to come and have a seat? I'm pretty sure you would like to talk," he says stepping back and motioning me in.

I hesitate. I mean, would you?

Seeing this, he smiles and says, "I wouldn't dream of hurting you. You have my word. We would just like to talk. Is that okay?"

I look at him for a moment, then slowly nod. I'm still thinking about how I'm not magical, not muscular, and not even covered in designer clothes. If the right person held me hostage, they'd not dream of hurting me. All those designer bags and clothes would be ruined!

Bennet leads me to a couch inside the room. It's an office and a huge one at that. It must hold thousands of books from the looks of the shelves that line the walls. I'm sure this family has not read all those books. So