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Zane lifted his head off the pillow, meeting her eyes with a level gaze. "Certainly not," he replied, his tone flat. He was slightly offended by the implication that he had kidnapped her.

Running his hands through his hair, as was his habit, he sat up. "And I didn't rape you either. So unless you engaged in unprotected intercourse before you arrived here," he continued, "You should be fine."

Falling silent, he studied the girl before him. Curly red hair crowned her head, framing the brown eyes that glared at him with unmasked hostility. She was tall, almost as tall as he was. Her arms were bare, and her jeans and t-shirt were stained with some type of clay or paint. He couldn't tell which. His eyes slid away from her, returning to the closed curtain of the window.

It was odd that her immediate reaction to the nursery had been the thought that she was pregnant. Zanith wasn't a girl himself of course, but he was fairly sure that most girls wouldn't jump to that conclusion if they found themselves in a house that happened to contain a nursery. He blinked, standing up to move towards the door. "If you'll excuse me," he said, "I'd like to get something to eat."

He moved past her, careful not to make physical contact. She already thought he was a rapist, if he'd heard correctly before. No need to agitate her further.