GAZELLE'S POV
My eyes snapped open and immediately pain doused me in its cold torrents. I was cold, shivering and tired as hell.
What the fuck happened? I felt like I was smashed to smithereens by a boulder or something even heavier.
I raised my head slowly off the pillow, dragging my gaze around to get a better view of my surroundings. Where was I?
A groan worked its way out of me as I struggled into a sitting position. The room I laid in was adorned with luxuries I knew to only be present in...
Shit! Am I in the Terrors' residence?
As if on cue the door to the room slid open and in came a very familiar fragrance, one that managed to confuse me everytime I sniffed it in - a mixture of something I would term arousal judging by its description in the books I've been reading, and fear.
"You're finally awake. We thought you might need to be doused with somwthing cold first."
That was Jayden. He was always so casually cruel, always speaking in a tone that belied the level of cruelty he w
