Chapter Twelve
Saturday night. Tense and expectant, Ever stood in the space between the stairway wall and the coffee table under the gazes of Stroud and Brooke. She recalled her urge to run her first night in this room with Stroud. She’d been bound at that moment, unable to escape. Nothing bound her now, except the lack of someplace to run and an undeniable desire to see what would happen in this room tonight. She sensed this evening was a critical turning point in the relationship between the three of them.
“Can I get you something?” she asked Stroud suddenly, no longer able to withstand the silence.
“No,” he replied, leaving an even more impossible silence.
“Why don’t you undress?” Brooke asked.
Ever wanted to obey. She never disobeyed Stroud and, under the circumstances, Brooke’s w
