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The werewolf’s phone had been beeping a lot, as so many of his pack reached out from around the country. All looking for news. All of them worried that their alpha wouldn’t make it this time.
Reaching for the whiskey, Talia downed it in one go. Moving off the bed, she laid Hyde’s jacket to the side. Her fingers lingering on the leather before moving to the bottle of whisky that sat half drunk on the table.
She could feel Ghost’s gaze on her as she poured the golden brown liquid into her glass. Her hand was shaking, but she did her best to ignore it as she drained the glass dry again. Nothing had been said about her lying and sneaking into Draven’s chamber. But she felt Ghost’s judgement with every look, with every non spoken word.
Memories of Hyde relentlessly plagued her mind. The feel of his body pressing down on hers, the loud crack of the whip as it cut through the air, and finally the soft moans of agony that were barely audible. All while, she lay there powerless beneath him. She wanted to escape from the horrors, but every time she closed her eyes, they only seemed to get more vivid. Carving themselves into her mind and soul.
Her eyes moving to the clock for what felt like the hundredth time.
Nine pm.
Draven would have risen hours ago.
But tonight, for the first time since she had been here, there was no word. No note, no summons, just the quiet of isolation.
The thought of where he could be, what he might do, made her stomach twists in knots. She had reached out to her grandmother. She had selfishly put the most important person in her world at risk.
And for what?
All she had done was almost kill Hyde, piss off Ghost, get locked back up in a room and lost any trust from Draven that she had been working on.
A roaring success
The loud knock on the door behind her made her jump, turning as it was pushed open. Her heart almost stopped beating as Draven stepped into the room.
His long regency style coat was open over an expensive suit and damp with rain. His wet hair pulled back and tied at the back of his neck. His face set in a neutral expression as he glanced over at Ghost.
“Some privacy if you would not mind,”
Pocketing her phone, Ghost nodded. Downing the rest of the whisky in her glass, she stood.
“Of course” pulling her jacket on, she shot Talia a concerned look before moving past him out the door.
Resisting the urge to ask her to say, Talia ran a hand through her hair. Placing the glass down on the table as the door closed behind Ghost.
She was alone with Draven.
Just the thought of it made her skin run cold. Focusing on the whisky bottle, she lifted it to pour another drink.
His steps on the stone behind her were loud. Echoing on the stones here like they did on the stone floor of his throne room. Gripping the glass tight, Talia tried to slow her heart rate. To deepen her breaths as she turned to face him.
“You’re scared of me” he had stopped just out of arm’s reach. His face closed, his dark eyes intent on hers.
There was no point denying the truth. He was a predator. He could probably smell it on her.
“Yes,”
“Good” moving forward, he captured her free hand, drawing her to him, before she could move backwards.
“I need you to fear me, Talia.” His voice was low, soft. His fingers raising to brush her cheek. “But I want you to love me. “
His face was handsome. A classic jaw and dark, broody eyes. His frame slender but hard. The coldness in his eyes. The icy touch of his fingers on her cheek wasn’t what made her shiver.
It was the warmth that filled that coldness as he looked at her. The fact that his smile was as gentle as his touch.
Gods help her, the monster truly was in love with her. The thought made her stomach twist even tighter.
“Well, I fear you,” swallowing past the thick lump in her throat. She forced herself to pull her fingers out of his hold. When he simply let her go, she stepped away, putting the glass of whisky down on the smooth tabletop.
