CHAPTER EIGHT: A GLITCH IN TIME

TANYA’S POV

The black sequin dress accentuated my curves as I stood before the mirror, my palms gliding against my thighs as I posed. I couldn't help but wonder where he wanted to take me, and he provided no detail or explanation.

What a brute.

My fingers were in my hair, a nervous habit, twisting a rogue curl around my index finger as the doorknob clicked. My breath hitched.

It was too soon. I wasn't ready. But ready or not, the door swung open, revealing a man in a sharp black suit standing in the doorway.

"Sir Rodrigo instructed me to come get you, ma'am," he stated matter-of-factly.

“Do you know where we're going?” I asked, applying lipstick.

He paused, the silence stretching uncomfortably between us. His stare, sharp and calculating, scanned me from head to toe before settling on my eyes.

"That's not my concern, ma’am.”

"Right," I breathed, returning to the room one last time. He moved aside, gesturing for me to follow.

As we descended the grand staircas