“What does that mean?” she asked.
He completely ignored her question and asked his own, “Why’d you call me ‘wolf’?”
She blinked.
Then she asked, “What?”
“This morning, when you woke up, you called me ‘wolf’.”
Oh good goodness.
She couldn’t tell him about her dream.
Ever.
In a million years.
No one knew about her dream and she wasn’t about to share it with some guy she just met who, it was important to note, was her kidnapper!
And anyway, even she didn’t know why she called him that in her dream.
“I didn’t,” she lied. “Did I?” she added for good measure.
“You did. You know you did. You remember every second of this morning.”
Holy cow.
She had a great memory, not photographic but close. It was another one of her gifts.
Did he know that? And if he did, how did he know that?
She didn’t want the answer to that either.
“I thought I was dreaming,” she reminded him.
“Yes, I got that. You still called me ‘wolf’ and I want to know why.”
“I thought this cabin had burned down,” Sonia switched subjects and explained. “My parents used to own this cabin a long time ago.” Not that he, for whatever ungodly reason, didn’t know that. “I’d been told it burned down when I was seven years old. Since it’s still standing, and not burned down, and I’m in it, which I thought was kind of impossible, though obviously not, considering it isn’t burnt down, I thought I was in a dream. I didn’t know what I was doing.”
His hand which was resting at her hip curled around her waist. His arm, already around her waist, tightened.
Thus, he brought her closer.
Her hand at his chest pressed back.
He was stronger than her but he allowed her some space, not nearly enough, but some.
“Little one, you’re holding out on me,” he said quietly, his eyes serious and not happy. “I’ll tell you only once. Don’t do that.”
She was unsure how to respond.
The fact that he knew she was holding out on him was bizarre and alarming. The fact that his eyes had grown serious and not happy was just plain alarming.
She decided to respond to the serious, not happy look in his eyes and tread very, very carefully.
But how on earth was she going to get out of this?
Oh hell, she was going to have to give him something. She hated it but she was going to have to do it.