The moments of climbing up the steps behind Rose and Zale were wrought with apprehension. The scent of Rose"s arousal trailed behind them, leading him forward like he was on a leash. All the fear he"d been experiencing as he researched the human attackers faded to the background. The ugliness he"d seen seemed so far away, while Rose was right here, safe and eager to have him touch her.
"Set the chair there," Zale said, pointing to the corner of the room.
The room hadn"t been designed to accommodate such a large mattress, so the floor space was tight, but Maryk tucked the kitchen chair into the spot close to the bottom of the bed. From there, you"d have a view to the bed, but Maryk still didn"t understand Zale"s motive. Unless Zale planned to make him a voyeur instead of a participant.
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