Zyra POV

I sat still in the room and waited for Marcus return. While waiting, I took the opportunity to look around the room.

The room was adorned with beautiful portraits hanging on the wall, books in shelves and a small wine cellar.

A smile graced my lips as I released a low sigh, I sat alone in this room, wrapped snugly in a soft bathrobe. It feels comforting against my weary body, but my mind is still troubled by the events that led me here. I was injured, lost, and alone until Marcus, the ...