Eloise
I come to on the faux sheepskin rug in Dominic's man-cave, facing the crackling fire that has been recently lit. The heat has distilled sweat from my forehead which leaks into the corner of my eye and makes it sting. Swiping it away, I hear movement from behind me and realize I am not alone. My heartbeat picks up. The man knows that I am awake since I have also been stirring, so it isn't as if I can pretend to be unconscious until he gets bored and decides to leave. I don't know what to do, so I still decide that not making any more sudden movements is in my best interest. Not that it matters:
"I can see that you are awake," he says in that mechanical voice. "Are you warm? You were cold as a corpse when I brought you inside."
"I'm warm," I choke out, voice raspy, having to clear
