Gates of Paradise (Casteel 4)

"Poor Annie . . . my poor, poor Annie." He

stroked my hair affectionately, and when I looked into

his eyes, I saw the warm concern again. He was just

too complex, too confusing for me. I just couldn't deal

with him on top of everything else anymore. All I

wanted was to leave here.

Suddenly the light in his eyes changed. "This sweater you're wearing. Where did you

get it?" he demanded.

I didn't want to get Troy into any trouble, but I

couldn't lie about it. Tony had gone through my

wardrobe after Drake had brought everything, and he

knew what clothing was hanging in the closets here

and what was in the dresser drawers.

"Someone gave it to me," I said.

"Someone? Who?"

"A very nice man who lives in the cottage on

the other side of the maze," I replied, deciding to

pretend I didn't know who Troy really was.

"The other side of the maze? You went through

the maze?"

"I'm tired, Tony. Very tired. Please. I don't want

to talk anymore. I just want to sleep."

"Yes, yes. I'll help you undress," he said,

reaching down to help remove the sweater.

"No! I can do it all myself. I want my privacy.

Just leave me be!" I demanded. He pulled back as if I

had slapped him across the face.

"Of course," he mumbled. "Of course. I'll let

you rest and then see to your dinner."

"Thank you." I didn't move, to show him I