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Grace stared at Johnny who was still fast asleep. She had no idea how long she'd been lying there, just watching him, and no way to know as there was no clock in the cabin. She closed her eyes, sighing quietly. Despite not wanting to, she felt depressed. She was completely at Johnny's mercy and there was no way to get away.

She must have ended up falling asleep because when she awoke again, it was to the sound of someone moving about the cabin. Opening her eyes slowly, they flew open when she saw Mosh Zu standing there, looking down at her.

"Mosh Zu!" She immediately fell silent when he placed his index finger against his lips. She glanced over at Johnny who was still asleep, thankfully.

"How did you get in here?" she whispered.

"That's just it," he told her. "I'm not really here."

Frowning, she guessed, "Astral journey."

He nodded. "Grace, do you have any idea where the ship is? Or where it's going?"

She just shook her head. "No clue. I haven't been able to get out of this cabin since I arrived."

He opened his mouth to reply but didn't say anything. Grace's eyes widened as he started fading. "No," she whispered. "No, don't leave me here alone!" Tears started to form, then fall, at the thought of being alone with Johnny once more.

"Don't worry Grace," Mosh Zu said. "We'll find you, just hold on."

"Don't go!" she cried quietly as he faded completely.

She closed her eyes tightly, her bound hands covered her mouth. She was normally so calm and collected but she was scared out of her mind being there.

Her eyes snapped open once more at the sound of a creaking noise. Johnny was awoken and gotten to his feet. She moved back away from him as he walked over, looking down at her. A frown formed on his lips as he leaned down, his fingers gently brushing away her tears. She flinched away from his touch. He frowned even more and climbed onto the bed. She pressed against the wall, unable to go back any further, watching as he crawled over to her.

She closed her eyes tightly, wishing more than anything that when she opened them again that she would be in her cabin aboard the Nocturne. Then, she felt Johnny's cool lips press to her neck. She shied away but he just followed, kissing the skin of her neck. The sobs finally broke through despite her trying to fight them back.

She felt him pull back and slowly opened her eyes, looking up at him. He was looking right back down at her, though he didn't look angry or annoyed, but sad and concerned. "Don't cry," he murmured quietly, once again brushing away her tears. "Please stop crying."

She just watched him. She didn't try to get away from him, not that she could anyway. Even though she tried to stop crying, worried that he would get angry if she didn't, she couldn't. He frowned again and leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. She didn't dare move, just staring into his deep brown eyes.

"Will you stop crying if I untie your hands?" he whispered.

She just blinked. Was he serious? As if in response to her mental question, he reached over across the bed to where the tray lay, grabbing the knife. He brought it back and grasped the rope, slipping the blade beneath it and cutting up, the rope snapping within seconds.

She rubbed her wrists, sore from the chafing. She sniffled as she did so, feeling Johnny brush away her tears once more before placing a kiss to her forehead. She turned her head away from him. Even though he had freed her hands, he was still holding her captive. She wasn't about to forgive him for that.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, still not meeting his eyes.

Grace turned towards him only when she felt his nose nuzzle her cheek. "Answers," he whispered. "I want answers."

"Well, I haven't got them."

Johnny didn't say anything but just continued to nuzzle her, his nose against her skin sending a tingling sensation through every place he touched. Unconsciously, her eyes fluttered shut, a quiet sigh escaping from her parted lips. Her mouth closed as she felt him move down to nuzzling her neck. "Mmmm." As the sound escaped from her throat, she was forced back to reality. She gasped and pressed her hands flat against his chest, pushing him away.

Her heart was racing as she watched as he disappeared over the edge of the bed only to reappear when he got to his feet. Much to her relief, he didn't look angry. He looked, of all things, hurt.

"Don't look at me like that," she said in a moment of stubborn determination. "After everything you've done, to me and other people, are you really surprised I pushed you away? Beside, I'm with Lorcan."

Johnny's expression hardened. "Well, then you'd better get over it," he practically hissed. "Because you're never getting out of here with that attitude."

Even though she silently told herself he was lying, tears burned in her eyes as he turned and stormed from the cabin, slamming the door behind him. She sat up, listening intently. Her shoulders slumped when she heard the crunch of a key in the lock. Closing her eyes, tears streamed from them, pouring down her face. He was lying, she told herself. I'm going to get out of there. Lorcan and the Captain, they're going to find me and everything will be ok. It has to be.