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When the memories of last night came back, she cringed and crawled back, "Stay…stay away from me," she said in a shaky voice.

"Are you scared of me?" Mason did not like the way she backed away in fear.

"What did you do to Sharon? What…" she stopped to look at her clothes which were the same ones she wore at Sharon's house, and stammered, "you… you carry chloroform like a perfume, you kidnapped me , are you....are you going to lock me up?"

"What? You think I am going to do something like that? Do I look like an obsessive stalker to you?" Mason said.

When Allora neither denies nor justifies again, he understands that she is looking at him as an obsessive psychopath who wants to keep her prisoner.

"Just freshen up and head out for breakfast, or we'll be late," he huffed, not believing she could imagine him like that.

"Late for what?" She questioned him, still skeptical of his intention.

"Office," he shrugged before adding, "or do you want me to lock it up until I get back? It is your c