so...regal. And huge. Jamie nodded, odly calmed by the sound of his voice.
He didn’t seem like he would hurt her. Actually, that was the exact opposite. The way he had been looking at her was the way she sometimes found her mom...after a bout of crying, though. Jamie couldn’t picture this man crying, though.
“I never got your name,” she said, causing him to freeze. He turned and stared at her as if she had grown two heads. Jamie stared at him straight in the eye, refusing to back down. If she was going to live with this guy, she had to know a name at least.
“They said you were like me,” he murmured. A look entered his sad eyes, almost like...pain. Jamie’s face turned red and her shoulders slumped awkwardly. What was she supposed to say to that? “But I never...”
“I just asked for your name,” Jamie said, hating how... intimate he sounded. As if he knew her. As if he had a right to talk to her like that. She kicked up her chin and hardened herself against him. He might be twice her size. He might be able to crush her into nothing but a pile of bones and cartilage. But that didn’t mean she would let herself he represented as a weak girl who couldn’t take care of herself.
He looked at her with clear eyes, and shut himself down completely. She saw no emotion, no hint of pain, no smile or arrogance. It was like he was a vessel and the soul had left. She backed up a step, taking in a breath and finding only the dull smell of the cabin.
“Your room is through this door.” He gestured towards the door on the far right, and then nodded toward the door in the middle portion of the room. His feet were as light as a cats as he walked to it and pushed the thing open, letting her go in first.
“This is the kitchen. It’s open all day and night, so have whatever you want when you want it. I have someone who takes stock and fills it up when it needs to be.” Her eyes widened when he opened the pantry. She peeked inside and swore she almost died. Within the amazing walls of the pantry, she saw jars of pears and peaches, a bowl oranges and a whole buttload of brownies. Boxes and boxes, just lining the walls.
She shot him a cautious look before crossing her arms over her chest. “I can make brownies whenever I want?”
The man froze, but only for a millisecond. Still, it was enough for her to notice. He turned his back away from her, head down low, and nodded. “Whenever you want...make sure you share, though. I have a sweet tooth.”
Jamie gave a short nod. “Good. What kind of cereal do you got?”
“Lucky Charms, mostly. There’s some others in there, but I prefer them to other kinds.” Same for her.
The kitchen was themed deco. Stainless steel refrigerator, microwave, freezer, and oven. It was the perfect place for a cook, with pots and pans hanging from over the stove that was set up in the corner. Opposite the pantry, there was a door with a large window, spreading from the bottom of the floor to the top of the ceiling. When she looked at it, fleetingly, she got shivers on the back of her neck.
“There is only one rule that you need to follow right now,” he said from behind her, having moved back to the door they had come from.
“What is that?” she asked, moving away from the pantry.
“You aren’t allowed to leave this house after nine o’clock. It’s safe for you during the day, but at night... I won’t have you leaving without my presence.”
She wasn’t going to argue with that.
He led her from the kitchen, showing her parts of the house and then some. For a while, she stayed silent and simply observed him. Once or twice, she would catch him studying her, taking in her white pleated skirt that reached her knees and her soft pink jacket, to her long black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail.
Finally, he led her to her room. Leaving her to get acquainted to the dark space, Jamie took in her surroundings with a painful gaze. It was in no way like her old room had been. Instead of her light pink walls, she now had a black and teal floral pattern on her walls. While it was pretty,