NATASHA.
The house interior was more or less what I had expected for a home-like his. No garnish splashes of yellow on purple here, but a soft blend of creams and greens, which contrasted beautifully with a subtle placing of a dark wine red color, set against the kind of unashamed luxury which made an absolute mockery of what I had assumed was the most luxurious home back in the Malakari pack.
Though the quality of my surroundings was the last thing on my mind when only a few minutes later, I found myself standing inside a large room with this man and at last, began to feel the vulnerability of my situation.
Maybe he was beginning to realize the same thing, because he released a small sigh, then turned to face me.
"You okay?" he asked guardedly.
No, I wanted to reply. I'm not okay and
