(... Continue)
"What are you doing…?" Amara repeated.
"What I should have done before you started hallucinating and fantasizing about me," he stated nonchalantly. His tone so flat as if commenting on the weather.
He uncoiled the rope with a soft, rasping sound.
The air in the dank chamber grew thick…suddenly charged with a new, unsettling energy.
Amara's heart was still hammering from her panic, but the rhythm of it was shifting…all of a sudden coiling into something else entirely.
"Fantasizing?" she spat. Her word lashing out, fueled by a surge of indignant anger. "You think…what nonsense…I mean…seriously? You are the one…the one…! You dragged me into a hole and you…!"
"Then this should be a comfort," he cut in. Suddenly his voice seemed infuriated for some reason. "It will keep your wild imagination in check."
He stepped forward.
