Jaz
“We will be having guests in the morning, and you will dine with us.” Dante said before motioning to the women to escort me back to my room.
I stood, watching in dismay as the rogues pushed Gregory around, demanding he perform this trick or that. He looked like a ghost of the young Alpha I had seen in school. I tried to talk to the women escorting me, to find out anything about how Gregory had ended up with the rogues, how long he’d been here, or even where here was. They refused to acknowledge my questions, almost as if they had taken a vow of silence.
The one who had bathed me earlier stayed behind to help me undress once we made it back to the room. The other, seemingly satisfied that her companion wouldn’t speak, turned back down the hall without a word
