Serena
I sat still on the bed, staring at nothing, my chest rising too quickly. His words echoed in my head. You're mine.
I hated him for having uttered it. I hated the sound of his voice twisting in my stomach and the way my body reacted against the protests in my heart. I pressed my palms to my face, smelling the fear, the storm brewing inside me.
But the silence did not last for long.
There was a sudden knock at the door, hard and authoritative. Before I could even move an inch, it burst open, and one of Damian's guards walked in. His black suit hugged his heavy shoulders, his face stern and unreadable.
"Mrs. Blackwell," he said flatly. "The master needs you in his room."
My breath caught.
His room. I didn't need any more explanation. I knew exactly where this was going.
My mou
