Charis
"Why?"
I changed direction and started backing slowly toward the door.
The man stared at me for a long minute, tilting his head slowly as if surprised I had the nerve to ask. His expression shifted from impatience to amusement.
"It seems you weren't properly informed about why you're here."
By this time, I'd succeeded in reaching the door. My hand shot out behind me, looking for the handle. Every instinct I possessed was screaming at me to run.
The man sighed deeply, as if talking to me was stressing him out. "Because I want to see the mark that shows you're a Shadewolf. Don't worry, I'm not in the mood for sex today," he paused, gesturing lazily to the couch. "Just show me your body."
"Sex?" I scoffed, relaxing visibly. "I'm not going to have sex with you, and I'm not going to strip!"
I spun around and lunged for the door, grasping the handle and pulling desperately. Nothing happened. The door was locked.
The man chuckled.
