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stark
Stark glared at Neferet, his hand on the door handle even
though he knew it was locked, plus Neferet could bring him straight back
and there would be nothing he could do about it. Neferet's face
remained impassive.
"Stark, sit down," she repeated, a little more
sternly. But Stark continued to glare at her from his position at the
door. There was no way he would do as she said, act like her puppet,
even if she had control over him. He wanted to use what little freedom
he had to do the exact opposite of what she asked, but of course,
smiling coldly, Neferet focused on him and he found himself walking
towards her and sitting down, cursing both himself and Neferet inside.
"So, Stark," said Neferet conversationally. "I've been wondering..."
She
didn't say anything more and Stark didn't bother acknowledging her
words. He stared at his own feet as if they held the secrets of the
universe, not bothered in the slightest. Neferet gave him a long,
calculating look, then said abruptly, "Stark, where do you go when your
soul leaves your body?"
The question took him by such surprise that
Stark forgot how interested he had been in his own feet. He caught
himself just in time, and didn't look into her face. However, a couple
of seconds later, he risked a quick glance at Neferet's face and saw by
her curling lip that his reaction had not gone unnoticed. After that, he
kept his eyes on his feet again.
"Do you go to the Otherworld?"
Again,
this question was a complete shock. Even more so than the last.
Unfortunately, Stark couldn't help it when his neck snapped up. His eyes
locked with hers, and he knew there was no point covering it up. Her
lip was slowly curving very, very high, but he still tried.
"Why would you think that?" he asked.
"Oh, Stark, stop. Just tell me what you know."
Stark
said nothing. How she had found out about the Otherworld he had no
idea, but how could she know that he had information? His feet were,
once again, becoming increasingly interesting. But Neferet's patience
was wearing thin. Her eyes narrowed, and then Stark felt the need to
tell her everything. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her everything
Will had told him, he thought of Zoey and the others and how much
trouble he could be getting them in. His mouth closed again.
"Tell me what you found out," Neferet said sternly.
Stark's
mouth opened again, but then a small voice in the back of his head
said, No, I don't think I will, thanks. The urge to tell her everything
pressed down on him, harder and harder. It was drowning him. Yet the
voice in his head questioned him as he tried to tell Neferet again. But
why? asked the voice. Why tell her everything when she could just use it
against Zoey?
Neferet became increasingly annoyed, and worried, with
Stark not telling her anything. It was evident on her face that this
hadn't happened to her before. She didn't know what to do. But then,
Neferet smiled. Her eyes narrowed, and then Stark was in excruciating
pain.
It was like nothing he'd felt before. It was as if knives were
stabbing him everywhere. He clutched himself to protect his body, but it
didn't stop them. Then came the searing sensation of freezing cold
water being thrown on him. It seemed to last for hours, then the door
was opened.
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Zoey
Before
I even knew what was actually happening, I was standing at a door. I
stood there for a moment, catching my breath and wondering if Stark was
behind it. That was when I heard the roars of agony coming from behind
the door, and I knew Neferet was doing something to Stark.
Using
fire, I burst the door open and ran into the small, smelly, dungeon-like
room. My eyes first went to Stark, writhing in pain on the floor.
Distracted by my entrance, Neferet looked up, and whatever she had been
doing to Stark stopped and he lay crumpled, breathing hard, defeated.
"What the hell did you do to him?" I asked calmly.
Neferet
smirked. "I was just asking him some questions. About the Otherworld,
for instance, and what he's been learning there. What he's been finding
out that he shouldn't have been."
I was completely shocked - how the
hell did she know about the Otherworld? Had Stark told her? But I
quickly recovered and composed my face. "Whatever, Neferet," I said,
walking towards Stark and helping him up.
"So what did Will tell
you?" she asked. It seemed as though the question was directed at me. I
don't even know why I did it, but I did. I attacked Neferet.
I ran at
her and did everything I could - punched, kicked, bit, scratched,
clawed, pinched. She didn't react until I'd been at it for a while, then
just threw me off as if I weighed no more than a feather. Then she
smiled, looked at Stark and left the room.
I spun around to question
Stark about what had happened, but he was on the ground again. Full of
anger at Neferet, I helped him up. "Are you okay, Stark? What the hell
did she do to you?"
His brown eyes met mine, and then I heard a voice
I thought I would never hear again. I looked at who I had thought to be
Stark in the face, and from his lips came Heath's voice. "Zo? What
happened?"

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