The maid winced sympathetically, securing the clip on my fresh wrist bandage. "I'm sorry, miss, this was all we could find in the guest wing on such short notice. But someone is out shopping for more appropriate clothes for you right now." She looked me dead in the eyes, her expression shifting to genuine confusion. "Though... you were supposed to bring your own clothes when you came."
I huffed out a bitter, sarcastic laugh. Right. Because being kidnapped by an outlaw motorcycle club and sold off as leverage usually comes with time to pack a suitcase.
She escorted me back down the quiet, stone-paved corridor toward the heavy mahogany doors. The moment she pushed them open and I stepped into the grand office, a deep, heavy groan of wood echoed through the room.
I looked up. Drakon was le
