Colin, however, was losing patience.
“Sibyl,” was all he said and her name was loaded with meaning.
“I was packing.” She pointed out the obvious and rounded a chair. He stopped at her new direction, changed his and she realised why even if she hadn’t noted it before, if she had, she might have been able to make a getaway, but, alas, her flighty mind worked against her, again.
With quick strides, he made short work of heading for the door. Upon arrival he closed it, walked calmly to a dresser by the door, opened one of the drawers and took something out. Then he walked back to the door and she watched him turn a key in the lock.
Her eyes rounded in alarm.
He turned back to her, rested his shoulders against the door and slid the key in his pocket.
Then he asked, “Why were you packing?”
His voice stayed bland, casual, as if they were having a friendly conversation over coffee and he hadn’t just locked her in his bedroom.
She’d stopped behind a chair. She decided, vaguely, lost in the intensity of his eyes, it was not nearly enough protection.
Her mind whirled and she tried to read the situation.
He seemed quite unaffected by the sight of her packing. That, in a way, was good.
He also seemed not to care much that she’d been crying. That wasn’t really good but, for her current purpose, she’d count it as good.
Regardless of this, he’d locked them in the room. That was very, very bad.
When she didn’t speak, he did. “Have you decided to go on holiday?”
She pulled both her lips between her teeth, wondering if she should say yes or no.
He didn’t give her a chance to say either.
“I think that’s an excellent idea, where are we going?” He pushed his shoulders off the door and started after her again.
She couldn’t take much more of this.
“Colin, stay where you are,” she demanded, unfortunately in a shaky voice that made it sound more like a plea.
“I’ve a friend who owns an island. No way on or off without us knowing about it. It would be hard to find us, let alone kill us. You’ve hit on the perfect solution.”
Maybe she had misread the situation, he no longer seemed unaffected by her packing.
At all.
“I’m leaving,” she blurted out when he was not two of his great strides away. She lifted up her hand, palm out. “Colin, please stop.”
To her surprise, he did.
“Where are you going?” His voice was low and even and she forgot how much it scared her when he used it on her.
“I don’t know. I haven’t figured that out yet.”
He nodded, once, sharply then asked, “For curiosity’s sake, why are you going?”
She blinked.
“For curiosity’s sake?” she echoed.
“Since you aren’t going anywhere, it’s a moot point. However, I’m curious so humour me.”