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Runaway Taste Tester

Two hours: That was how long he had been a prisoner of his own room. If he even so much as stepped a foot out into the hallway, she would pounce. He had locked himself away when his nose caught that first whiff of burning metal. No doubt she had left an empty pot above a lit burner. His nose never lied; Isabelle was trying cook. And that was exactly why he couldn't leave the safe confines of his room, his sanctuary. If he stayed up here, she couldn't force her disgusting tasting stew- or whatever she was attempting to make -down his throat. Then again, he had been cooped up for far too long, and he sensed a bout of cabin fever coming on. He just had to get away.

Opening his door about an inch, Jace peeked out into the hallway, making sure he was alone. The coast was clear. Swinging the door open quietly, he exited his room and began tiptoeing his way down the hall. One foot in front of the other- that was the trick.

"Hey! Jace!" A loud voice sounded behind him.

Turning swiftly on his heel, Jace realized that Simon was at the other end of the corridor, grinning wryly at him.

"He's up here, Isabelle! I found him!" Simon called over his shoulder, much to Jace's horror.

"Shut up!" He hissed angrily. "You'll give me away!"

Laughing loudly, Simon retorted, "That's the point."

"Oh Jace! I made dinner!" Isabelle's voice echoed up the staircase. "Fettuccini Alfredo!"

"Damn it!" Jace cursed as he heard her footsteps on the stairs.

Bolting down the hallway away from Simon, he stopped before he got to the elevator that led down to the chapel.

"Just so you know," He growled at the mundane, "If I live through this, I'm coming after you."

"And if you die?"

"I'll haunt you until you follow."