il
and silent way. Not fast, but certain. Like it kn
, hands gripping my sides, trying to hold something in. Or maybe keep something out. The leather be
t look
ldn
ldn
hts bled into each other-pink neon, green traffic lights, golden storefronts. A
ady
buildings and dark alleyways. Then those gave way to fences and trees and long, winding roads lit onl
r with every turn of the wheel. The kind of fear that didn't scream-but whispered. Constant
did
eath my sleeves. My stomach turned in on itself. I didn't want to know w
t shift in momentum. A
oked
t etched into the center. Sharp lines and a symbol I didn't recognize. Thrse th
here belo
claws. Their branches tangled above us, moonlight slipping through in slivers, slicing the pavement
en I s
ho
t a h
ort
s like slabs of black glass, sharp angles that looked more like weapons than architecture. There
it
arched entryway. The engine clicked off. The
ent, no o
with a soft click. Footsteps crunched across g
gency. No tension. No acknowledgment that he'd just stole
y door
dn't
't speak. He ju
I fel
s o
d turned
that gaze-sharp, unreadable,
going to h
going
hoice-but on
lose. If I ran,
my cheek, the sting of it sharp,o
omething I
eppe
ned my spine, lifted my chin. Met his
w of obedience, he
a game, I wa
d-barely. A shift
urned. "F
di
myself
had been stolen from a cathedral. Marble floors gleamed beneath soft recessed lighting. Ev
rfect posture. Pale unif
ir
low. "Show her
ro
mi
ed to me. "Fo
ed. Only
fol
allway to the right, his f
n't lo
he didn'
s mind, I was
rdered by polished steel. We climbed in silence. The air felt d
al. Not one of them with any persona
ts, tucked neatly
he end of the hall an
is you
pped
the stillness. The kind that d
something out of a high-end hotel magazine. White and sil
chaise. A bed big enou
ows looked out over n
oom anyone el
m
as a
ough there. Clothes have been provided.
be
n't r
rtbeat, then dipped he
icked shut
re for a mo
arely giving under my weight. My hands stayed clenche
as hap
was
was
not
er