""Where are we going?"
My voice felt small, swallowed up by the vast, quiet bedroom. Alpha Damon didn't even bother turning his head toward me. He remained focused on adjusting the silver watch around his wrist, his profile as harsh and cold as a statue carved from ice.
"Go get dressed," he instructed sharply, his tone leaving zero room for debate. "You will see when we get there."
I shifted on the edge of the mattress, my fingers tightening against the silk sheets. "But where am I supposed to get clothes? I don't have anything here."
He raised one long, broad finger, pointing toward the dark hallway branching off the back of the master suite. "Go straight down that corridor, then take a right at the end. There is a private room there. Use whatever you find inside."
Following his dire
