Emma
Brandon holds the door open for me.
“After you,” He says and smiles. Brandon is doing this on purpose. A display of his dominance over me right now. He knows that I cannot scream, or push him away. I imagine his wolves, jumping at everyone and ripping the guests of the restaurant to pieces the moment I open my mouth to protest or give any identification that Brandon is taking me against my will.
I step out of the door and his arms close around my waist.
“You are doing great so far, “ Brandon whispers in my ear, then inhales the scent of my hair. I shiver and bite my lip to stop myself from making a noise. My knees are shaking and I feel wobbly as we walk from the restroom to the exit. I glance at the restaurant hall but the people at the tables don’t pay us any mind.
Mia…
