Emma

Rett’s grip of my waist tightened as we continued our walk into the room with the golden glow, the one they’d referred to as his front office. This room wasn’t anything like the office I’d been taken to after my abduction, the one hidden within the bowels of this mansion. This room was as if, upon leaving the foyer, we’d stepped out of current time and traveled back to the days of kings and queens, exemplified by lavish castles filled ...