Chapter 83

• Ayla POV
• I couldn't help looking around in awe at the magnificent house in front of me. It seems so grand. Red and green leaves climb up the walls and creep over the windows blanketing the enormous house. Three large arches run along the right side of me. Above the arches is a wall that has intricate shapes cut out of the stone, creating a lovely pattern on the ground from the light shining behind it, and I can just about make out a person walking back and forth behind the wall, leading me to believe it’s a balcony. The space between the arches is black, but I can see a soft glow coming from beautiful stained-glass windows on the opposite side of the arches. Besides the three beautiful arches, there is a large stone staircase that leads up to large perfectly shaped bushes with soft light illuminating the sculpted shrubbery. The ground floor windows are large, beside each window is a large bushy hedge. Callan was standing in front of a large arched door talking to an older woman who was very beautiful.
• Even in the darkness, I can see how beautiful she is. The beautiful woman has very short dark brown hair just like Callan’s, but the cut doesn’t suit her, it looks like someone has taken a pair of scissors to her hair and hacked it off. I can see her looking over at me and feel butterflies flutter in my stomach. He is talking about me. Movement beside the car catches my eye. I turned to look, but the door was yanked open. A tall, broad man who smells like foul meat left out of the fridge for too long, grabs my arm and pulls me out, banging my shoulder on the car frame as he does, he places his hand over my mouth and pulls me along. Fear paralysed me, my legs only moving because of the large man pulling me forward.