Rayne
“Spread your legs,” he said. He kicked the door shut behind him.
Blinking, I jerked but my arms and legs were bound to the respective poles. I was spread eagle. Growling, I yanked against the handcuffs that held me immobile. Looking around, I frowned. The room looked like Geneva’s bedroom, but that couldn’t be right. He was purple like Zyaire’s family but there was something quite different about him. He strode to the bed, and I sucked in a breath and screamed. His hand clamped down over my mouth before it could escape my throat.
“You don’t want to scream. The men that are after you will come here and find you helpless and open for them. They might decide to r**e you before killing you.”
Parting my lips, I bit down as hard as I could, and winced. Instead of blood pooling in my mo
