Chapter 116 โ The Animal We Are Locked With 2
- ๐ฆ BENITA CELESTINE ๐ฆ
- The scent of vanilla and old lace hung heavy in the air, a sweetness that only amplified the current tension. I lay still, my wrists secured to the carved posts of a magnificent four-poster bed with smooth silk scarves.
- They were tied tightly enough to hurt and render escape impossible.