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Chapter 12

Every once in a while, Kason would glance at me over his coffee cup, and I almost felt self-conscious under his questioning gaze, as if I was somehow doing all of this wrong but had no idea how to do it right.

I cleared my throat to break this unnatural silence that allowed me too much pointless self-analysis. "What's the last thing you remember before being locked up inside a house?"

He set his cup down carefully. "Being locked up in the house before that one."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I," he growled. "For over two years, I've been trapped inside three different houses."

"And you don't remember anything between those houses?"

He pushed his empty bowl away and stared at a point over my shoulder. "Night and cold. Blurry, like I'd been drugged."

The picture Ty showed me of him had been taken in front of a fireplace, but not the one in this house. Maybe his first or second. "What else? Any faces or sounds or something?"