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"Well," she said thoughtfully, "then everything he ever worked for would become obsolete. Maybe I'd reverse this mind thing afterward, let him see...
She offered her hand to him kindly, as an invitation. "I have all the time in the world."
"Then he will kill you," she said. "And that's the end of it."
She frowned. "What? Why?"
"Great," she said, gesturing with her head. "Let's go. You too, Abel."
She frowned as she listened. "Yeah?"
"As long as he needs to," she said flatly. "No one said anything about getting him back. That would be too easy."
"You woke up?" she asked curiously.
She gestured vaguely. "Then you get away. But he will keep looking."
She paused, looking up. "Ferris.. Why do they call you lover boy?"
She watched her critically. "I don't care. How about I escort you outside and give you a headstart because I send him after you?"
"He stole you from me. From your sister." She shook her head. "If you can remember her at all. Just like the rest of your memories. Goodnight,...
She looked thoughtful, before raising an eyebrow. "He opposes me. You oppose me. You are the enemy."
"He is cruel," she said sadly, her brows furrowed. "You don't have to do anything."
"He's going to try. We get to figure out just how good you are at running."
Her touch was gentle and soothing. "You don't have to apologize. It's my own fault."
She crossed her arms. "You remember the name of the game, right? Well, he is going to be the cat. You'll be the mouse."
She stifled a whimper, reaching out and gently touching his shoulder. "You can go."
Eve grinned. "This was our little experiment. He follows our orders now." He didn't react to her, not even looking down. His dark eyes had a...
She wiped her eyes again, mumbling a meek apology before standing up and approaching him shakily. "You didn't do anything, Ferris. It's okay."...
