Gwendolyn pov.
An eerie silence existed between us as the door clicked close after his mother. I froze, only realizing then that I should have left with her instead of leaving myself at the mercy of the dangerous man before me.
I expected him to attack me abruptly and beat the hell out of me as is typical of most mates when they don't desire you. What I didn't expect was for him to calmly stroll to the couch and collapse on it, exhaling in defeat as he hunched forward and wracked his long fingers through his brown shoulder-length hair.
I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling guilty. Is it that bad? Perhaps, I shouldn't have told the mother all that I did. I was left with no choice when she asked if what I said to the guard was true. As though she charmed me-more like an entrancing sp
