“Please, take a seat,” Damien said, gesturing toward the chair in front of the square table. The room he had led her to was oval-shaped, with no furniture or decorations except for the table with two chairs and a three-seater sofa in one of the dark corners. The only window in the room hung open, letting in the strong moonlight, but even that wasn’t enough to properly light up the space.
Annabel sat down as prompted, awkwardly adjusting the cloak that was at least two times her size. Damien Blackwell settled on the table’s edge, so close that his feet almost touched her chair. Instead of making her feel at ease, his handsome face and charismatic smile only magnified her anxiety. He had never threatened her, in fact, he had only been nice and understanding so far, but for some reason, she
