Chapter Twelve
Jocelyn was half-dead waking from a sound sleep to stare up at Ian’s face. His eyes looked like the devil’s sparking with evil plans. That disturbed her. His darkness made her psyche coil up inside itself in a childish fetal position. Such darkness had never disturbed her as it was disturbing her now. It had been several days since the night he woke her at midnight and interrogated her with questions about submission. Waking her again in the dead of night, she was afraid.
“Get up,” he insisted. Then not waiting for her to respond, he reached down for her arm and dragged her from the heated sheets into the damp chill of the room.
“What you are doing?”
“Getting you dressed, we’re going out.”
“Where are you taking me?” She was still too stunned to understand what was going
