Chapter 19 Naomi

• The next day, I walked down the stairs to the first floor of the mansion. I was tired of staying in my bedroom. The door wasn’t locked, so Gavril wasn’t expecting me to stay inside forever.
• Or maybe he did. And if he did, then I had just failed another test. But I was tired of being a prisoner. One way or the other, I was going to live here until I got pregnant and birthed his child. And if that was the case, then I might as well get to know my surroundings.
• The mansion was gorgeous, a Spanish-style home that had large vaulted ceilings and exposed beams in the kitchen and dining room. Every room I walked through spoke of the wealth that Gavril apparently had. The furniture was all custom made—rigid, harsh lines that reflected his personality.