I fled the kitchen before my knees gave out.
My Luna has not been claimed yet.
The words echoed in my head, bouncing off the stone walls of the hallway. The way he had looked at me... dark, hungry, possessive. It wasn't the look of a boss. It was the look of a man who had just decided he wanted something, and he always got what he wanted.
I needed air. I needed space.
I wandered the corridors aimlessly until I found a set of heavy double doors. I pushed them open and gasped.
It was the library.
It was two stories high, lined with floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with thousands of books. A spiral staircase wound up to a balcony. A massive fireplace crackled at the far end, casting a warm glow over velvet armchairs.
It was silent. Peaceful.
I walked inside, the thick Persian rug swall
