Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas
His words are cold.
I stand; I don't rush. I move slowly and steadily, my expression flat as the guard steps forward and holds out a strip of black cloth in his hand.
I stand last, slow and steady, my expression flat as the first guard steps forward. He holds a strip of black cloth in his hand.
“What now?” Mari asks quietly.
None of the guards speak, instead, one of them grips her chin, and yanks her face up as another ties a blindfold roughly across her eyes. We're being blindfolded, for what reason?