Caroline's pov
The lock clicked again barely thirty seconds later.
My heart jumped into my throat. For a wild moment, I hoped it was Peter coming back to untie me. But when the door opened, it was Cerene again.
She stepped inside carrying a thin, black leather whip in her right hand. The end of it dragged lightly across the floor as she closed the door behind her and locked it once more. The sight of the whip made my blood run cold.
“Miss me already?” she asked sweetly, twirling the whip between her fingers as she approached the bed.
I pulled against the silk ties, panic rising fast in my chest. “Cerene, what the hell are you doing? Put that away!”
She ignored me completely. Instead, she stood at the foot of the bed, slowly running her fingers along the length of the whip while star
