“There you are,” he said, extending a hand. “My sweet, pure Lisey.”
She pressed her ear to the wood. The tapping stopped. Then a voice—low, honey-smooth, patient—said, “You’re awake.” lisey sweet pure taboo
“Your uncle lies.” A pause. “Open the door, Lisey. Just a crack. I only want to see if you’ve kept your promise.” “There you are,” he said, extending a hand
“What promise?”