They ventured into the house. It was not what Rose had expected. It was clean, devoid of any unpleasant odors, and there was no blood on the shiny floor. In fact, it looked like a tidy, pleasant dwelling. That was until Rhett led her into a stark white room that contained nothing but three chairs. The whole space was white; the floor, walls, chairs, and even the light. One wall was made entirely of glass. The only unusual thing was the lack of furniture.
Rose stared at her handsome mate, slightly perplexed about what he was planning. He placed his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them lightly, his gaze fixed on her confused eyes.
"In this room," he nodded towards the glass, "are the men who hurt you the most."
A wave of dread washed over Rose and the magical aura that usually surrounde
