KAITLYN
I can feel my heart sink into the pit of my belly as the door pulls open and his footsteps fill the living room I am in.
I pull my legs together and rub my trembling hands, daring not to look up.
The choking scent of his cologne, the eerie sound of his footsteps, and the irritating yet commanding aura that fills the living room have told me who it is.
"Where is she, Mrs Catalina?" I hear him say and shiver slightly.
From the corner of my eye, I watch the head maid stand up from the sofa she is watching me from and stride towards the door.
The footsteps echo again, and as they get closer, my heartbeat increases in fear. I'm sure he is going to make heads roll again.
I gasp as his cold finger clenches my chin and he forces my dropped head up to stare into his grey eyes.
His
