Satin. Soft bed?!
The reality hits me like a thunderbolt. I jolt awake, my eyes springing open, my entire body going rigid as I look around, blinking.
A dark, stone-walled room with red and black furnishings.
“Relax, you are safe,” a deep voice says.
I slowly sit up and turn my gaze in the direction of the voice. A man sits in the big armchair opposite me,with strands of wavy dark brown hair hanging over his ice-white eyes.
“Where…?” I pause, swallowing, my throat burning dry. “Who are you?” I rasp.
The corner of his mouth tips up in a cocky smirk. “Marko. You don’t remember me? I’m wounded,” he pouts playfully.
“I, er…” I pause, looking down at the blade that rests beside him, then back to his eyes. “The window,” I whisper.
He nods, gesturing a mocking bow with his hand. “The one and only.”
I clasp my hand around my throat, swallowing, desperate for moisture.
“Beside you, on the nightstand,” he nods.
I turn and see a full jug of water and a glass. I reach for it, my hand shaking as I lift the jug.
“Here, allow me,” Marko’s voice says, suddenly beside my ear.
I gasp and jump, looking to see him right beside me. I look back over to the chair.
“How in the hell?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
He hands me the glass, and I take it with both hands.
“Easy, you’re still a little weak,” he says, completely bypassing my question. “Take slow sips.”
I sip the water, my eyes on his as he watches me drink intently, his gaze focused on my throat. He grits his jaw and looks away briefly, as if fighting something internally.
“Why am I here?” I ask.
He turns his attention back to me. “Because he wanted you in here,” he says with a smile.
“Who?”
The door is suddenly swung open, slamming so hard into the wall that I swear I hear it crack. Then he enters, shirtless. His body is covered in tattoos and markings I can’t understand.
Marko instantly stands as he looks upon us, fury flickering in his eyes.
“Me,” he growls.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as fear prickles across my skin. His gaze drops over me. I look down and realise I’m in a state of undress. The black sheet pools at my waist, exposing my chest.
I quickly place the glass down and snatch the sheet up to my neck, clinging to it like a lifeline.
“Takeout is in Court,” he says dismissively to Marko.
Marko nods and gives a slight bow of his head as he makes his way out of the room, closing the door behind him.
My gaze flickers back to him. I watch as he walks into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing around the room, steam rising from the doorway.
I sit there, unsure what to do. I’m inhisbed. Should I leave? Maybe I should go back to my room.
