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“But you must.”
I study him for a second and consider the facts. First of all, I can’t leave his perimeter without making both of us scream in pain. He’s not a very good supervillain. And as soon as I see someone, I can tell them what’s going on and they can help me.
“Fine. What are you looking for?” I sit at my desk and turn to him, waiting for an answer.
“Some people. Hana Bae.” He spells out both names for me, and I start typing when I hear footsteps.
“Jack?” Bob enters the room, and I feel a slight tinge of hope. “Who is this?” He glances at Jay Walking and narrows his eyes. “Friend of yours?”
I open my mouth. I need to tell him he’s an intruder. To run. To go get security, or anyone else, really. But whatever I’m thinking, I can’t vocalize it.
It’s as if the ability to speak has been snatched from me.
Jay Walking looks at me in anticipation.
“What’s wrong?” Bob asks.
“I am…” I try again, but I can’t say it. “I’m fine,” I tell Bob instead.
Jay Walking smirks.
That must be him. His signature. Not only can I not go far from him, I also can’t tattle. I can’t even say I’m a prisoner.
Damn it.
I take a deep breath and look at Jay Walking. He’s a little more sinister than I thought, considering he’s trapped me under his spell.
Well, better me than someone else, I guess.
CHAPTER 5
SEOJUN
“Are you sure you’re okay?” the guy asks Jack, and I turn to watch him.
He really is a gorgeous man. That beard is glorious, but despite all the dark hair framing his face, it really just makes him look more…cuddly. And those arms…
Ooh, those arms are big and strong and inked, and what wouldn’t I give to be handled by them.
“I…am,” Jack says and glances at me, but if he’s phased by his current predicament, he doesn’t show it.
Truly, I don’t know if this man is capable of frowning. Even when he attempted it before I signed him, he looked comically entertained.
“Why are you being weird? And who is this guy?” the other man asks.
He’s older, much older than Jack, who I pegged somewhere around his early thirties. This guy seems double that, with aprominent shiny forehead, silver hair, and scarily blue eyes. They couldn’t be more opposite.
“I’m not being weird,” Jack answers.
“He’s not being weird,” I say at the same time.
Jack and I exchange a glance when the other guy raises his eyebrow.
“If you say so. But who is this? Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
“He’s…” Jack opens his mouth, but if he’s trying to warn his colleague, he doesn’t succeed. “He’s…he’s my…he’s my boyfriend,” Jack says.
I’m his what? I gasp and turn to him.
