~Harlow~
"You, over there," Thane orders me, pointing his finger at the massive bed in the middle of the room.
I glance at Leon. He gulps and nods, as if to tell me it’s better to follow the commands and to not dare to talk back. Honestly, pissing off Thane is the last thing we need, given how much s**t we are already in. So, I force down every instinct that tells me to defy the man, and I walk to the bed, fold my arms across my chest, and glare at him.
"Sit," Thane growls again, so I sit on the edge of the bed, while Leon stays standing at the door.
Does Leon plan on escaping as soon as Thane gets distracted, doing whatever he plans to do to me? Sweat breaks out on my forehead while my eyes dart between both men.
"Leon, on the chair," Thane orders, but this time, his voice is a li
