“Your little boyfriend is causing quite a bit of problems for me and my organization,” Draven mutters as he walks through the heavy door, allowing it to click shut behind him. He stands tall up close, crossing his arms to show bulging arm muscles and a large frame.
I don’t remember him being so large when we met last, but he oozes strength and authority. It’s a shame that he’s such a waste of space.
The disgust I feel for the man standing in front of me is palpable, and he has the audacity to smirk before his deep voice sounds again, “We don’t have to pretend you’re some meek little slave anymore, dear. I know who you are, Mrs. Graff.”
“You don’t know a damn thing about me,” I snarl, steeling my spine, and fighting the urge to wince at my sudden movement.
“I’ve been watching you for
