When Abby had driven up and seen Mark standing out in the sun, she'd shivered. Not because she'd been afraid, but because she was...what? Excited? She didn't know how to feel about all of this, if she were honest.
It was such a strange arrangement, something out of a movie. She kept waiting for someone to pop out of the bushes and yell that it was a prank for some reality show.
She took in the house as Mark led her to her room. She truly hadn't expected a house that was so...normal. She'd almost expected turrets and barricades, a true castle for a beastly man.
This house was full of light, the furniture neither gaudy nor overly plain. She couldn't help but notice that there weren't a lot of personal touches, though. Where was Mark in this house? The knickknacks, the photos, the magazine
