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*It's been a good hour or two since Elijah fled and in that time I've calmly continued reading my book, letting him sweat and shiver and worry himself over what I have planned.
Finally I set the book down on the small table, slipping the bookmark in between the pages before getting up and stretching. He might well hear me coming but I don't particularly care, rummaging through the closet and pulling out a coiled rope. That should prevent him from struggling too much and certainly stop him from escaping should he try to again. I don't know where he will be hiding but start off by looking in the usual places he finds before doing a full sweep of the house.*