His golden colored eyes stared back at her, fixing her in place. She felt as if she were being held up by a string with someone else controlling her movements. Instinct told her to run, but she couldn’t. Something was stopping her. Was it him?
“Don’t be afraid.”
She swallowed, and was glad to see that, at least, was still within her power. “Wh-who are you?”
He smiled. “A friend.”
“If you’re such a friend, then why can’t I move my arms and legs?”
“My apologizes. I feared you may run from me, and I couldn’t let you do that.”