BREELYNN'S POV
Aldric had a few of his guys pick Malik from the hallway and drag his sorry ass into Marco's room. Bryce brought in a chair, and they tied him to it, making sure the ropes were painfully digging into his skin. I try to find one ounce of empathy for this guy, and it's not possible. He is evil incarnate, and the void I sense when I look into his eyes proves that he has no soul.
Marco is propped up in his bed, leaning against his headboard, and it reminds me of when I first woke up in this room. Not knowing that I was injected with a mating potion, so it masked the fear I should have felt. And having to deal with the embarrassment of being uncharacteristically attracted to him.
By the wicked smile on his face, I assume he must be thinking of the little game he tricked me in
