CHAPTER 15. THE PUPPET STRINGS
ELODIE’S POV
I pace frantically around the room, my heart hammering as I search, pulling at drawers, glancing beneath the bed, scanning every shadowed corner, desperate for even a trace of my clothes. But nothing—there is nothing. They are gone, as though swallowed whole by the air itself.
When I finally lift my gaze back toward him, he is still standing in the center of the room, utterly naked, arms folded behind his back in a posture of calm dominance. His eyes burn into me, his lips curved into that sinister, darkly alluring smile that makes my blood rush, makes every pulse in my body throb violently. My n*****s harden instantly, twitching beneath the weight of his gaze, my p***y clenching with sharp, aching need even though it was utterly wrecked only
