Marji
“My screams, Sir."
Mr. Santana extends his hand, gesturing for me to rise. “Come with me, Moira."
Come with him.
Where?
I don't ask. I take him in. His suit tonight is gray and his tie matches the color of the mask he sent for me. He's a tall man, as tall as I'd remembered. Though I can't see the entirety of his face, I see his strong chiseled chin, high cheekbones, and firm lips.
I lift my hand to his and marvel at the way it fits within his grasp. His steady support helps me stand. In just the short time I've been kneeling, my feet are prickly. Shifting my weight, I fall into him.
In one swift move, he reaches down, cradling me behind my back and under my knees, and effortlessly lifts me into his arms. The gesture is oddly reassuring as I melt against his broad chest. At t
