`` we are n't ... '' i begin to talk but my mouth feels like it 's full of cotton . the owner of the bed and breakfast was thankfully occupied when mark walked passed her and headed out the front door . i try to reach for my nose to push the smell away , but my arms are bound to a flat surface below me . leaning close to james , he sniffed . it was late , after ten , and her parents were sure to be in bed . by my heart , you will always be safe . 