~ELOWEN'S POV~
"Why am I here?"
My eyes darted around the familiar room, heavy curtains, and the faint trace of him lingering everywhere. My heart pounded hard against my ribs as realization struck... I was back in Sylion's mansion, lying in his bed.
His bed!
Panic jolted through me. My hands gripped the sheets tightly as fragments of last night pieced themselves together.
The man's throat cut open, spray of blood staining Sylion's clothes and his steps towards me. That suffocating fresh blood scent. My feet had refused to move, body frozen like stone and then dizziness--sharp and sudden, had drowned me in blackness.
And now… here I was.
No, this was wrong! I shouldn't be back here! I tried pushing myself up, but before I could steady my trembling legs, the door opened and Sylion walked in.
Tall frame at the doorway.
