Calla had never hated a doorknob so much in her life. This one was brass, probably antique, and smug. Yes, it felt smug, like it knew she was too scared to twist it, or too afraid to step outside the room Dominic Black had locked her in the night before.Well, okay. He didn’t lock it, not technically. But he may as well have, considering the terrifying wolves guarding the hallway and the whispering maids who flinched when Calla so much had asked for tea."I'm not a ghost," she muttered, pacing the room. "Or a criminal, or a possessed flamingo. You can talk to me!"No one did.So here she was, a newly married woman against her will, by the way, pacing a ridiculously large bedroom in a mansion that smelled like expensive wood polish.The room itself looked like something out of a vampire movie. Dark velvet curtains, a four-poster bed big enough to host a sleepover for ten. A fireplace that occasionally made creepy crackling sounds, as if it was laughing at her.And no Theo.Just Dominic
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