~ Sylara's POV ~
I woke up to meet his cold, unreadable almond eyes on me. He was wearing a black T-shirt, his hands jammed into the loose ash-colored pants he was wearing.
I jolted up on the bed, my eyes scanning around. The space was opulent, dripping with unrestrained luxury... the kind of room built for kings or dark overlords. I had never been in a luxurious room like this, so my eyes flicked back to him.
"Where did you bring me?" I demanded, my lips trembling. The man who had assaulted me had called him "the devil himself." I couldn't shake the terrifying thought that everything he said about Nicholas was true.
"Where am I?" I asked again.
When he stayed silent, merely staring at me with those eyes that felt like a death sentence, I scrambled out of the bed and lunged for the do
