Sunday
Rhett’s toes against hers backed her down the dark hallway. As the narrow space filled with men, Aislen wondered exactly when she had lost control of her house and her life. She had been happy on her own, or so she had told herself for five years, and she hadn’t returned to Havermouth intending to renew her relationship with the Triquetra, and yet suddenly, there she was, being herded towards the bedroom by four oversized men.
Her fingertips dragged along the walls as she backed up, feeling the ripples in the paper and fabric.
“Now, just hold up for one moment…” She clung to the door frame.
Rhett’s eyes were hungry and there was a teasing twist to his lips. Beyond him Heath held a candle and smirked, thoroughly enjoying Rhett’s dominant behaviour. Her eyes met Talen’s over He
