Chapter 11 Trapped And Trembling
- Naomi's POV
- I gazed at the dish of food in front of me, cold and untouched. With its polished silver and crystal glasses, the sophisticated table arrangement only served to heighten the eerie quiet in the dining room. I was left to battle the burden of my thoughts alone in the empty mansion as Roman had disappeared elsewhere.
- But in this house, loneliness didn't stay long.