Tessy's legs grew heavier with every step she took as they walked further into the house. Monts ago, she had been admiring the wonderful work of art displayed in the building—the intricate carvings, the polished marble floors, and the grand chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds.
But that admiration was quickly dissolving into sothing else—a heavy, sinking feeling that she had been brought to her place of death.
She didn't stop following Trevor, who was moving a step ahead of her, his posture relaxed but his presence commanding. Maybe if she was cooperative, they would let her go without harm. The thought gave her a sliver of hope, but it was quickly overshadowed by the unease gnawing at her.
They arrived at the top floor and walked a little further to the right of the rather quiet hallway until Trevor stopped in front of a shut door. The hallway was lined with elegant paintings and soft, ambient lighting.
"Here we are. This is your room, Madam. I hope it ets your taste," Trevor spoke, his voice calm and polite as he moved his hand to the door handle to open it.
"You too are calling Madam?" Tessy asked in a soft voice, her tone tinged with disbelief. Trevor turned to her, his expression unreadable. She looked into his eyes and realized he was the sa man who used to call her Mrs. Tessy Brown whenever she had the opportunity to et him in the past. Now he was calling her Madam and acting like there wasn't a dead or almost dead person lying on the floor before his boss' feet downstairs. Who are these people?
"You don't like it? Do you prefer I call you boss lady instead?" Trevor asked in a serious tone.
"None. You know my na, Mr. Baliante," Tessy replied, her voice firr now, though her heart was racing.
"Indeed I do. However, you are now my boss's wife, and it is only right for to address you in the proper manner befitting your new status. Also, you can just call Trevor," he said, flashing her a warm smile before proceeding to open the door.
Tessy stepped into the room and was once again left speechless. It was beautiful and lavishly decorated, far beyond anything she had ever imagined. The walls were adorned with delicate wallpaper, the furniture was elegant and luxurious, and the large bed was draped in silken sheets that shimred under the soft glow of the chandelier. If she hadn't heard Trevor say it was her room, she would have believed they were expecting a princess.
In a normal situation, she would have been all excited and jumped around like a little girl as all her childish fantasies ca alive by rely looking at the room. But now, the opulence felt suffocating, a stark reminder of the bizarre and dangerous situation she found herself in.
"We got all we could to make you comfortable. But as n, we may not know everything you need. If after looking around you see that there are so things lacking, please don't hesitate to call my attention by pressing that bell beside the bed," Trevor inford her, his tone professional yet kind.
Tessy turned to the bed and indeed there was a small device on the bedside stool, which she wouldn't have known was a bell if he hadn't said it. It was sleek and modern, blending seamlessly with the room's decor.
"Also, you can now text your friend the list of things you want her to get for you," Trevor said, shutting the door softly and walking away after his last words, leaving her alone in the room.
Now that he ntioned it, Tessy fished for her phone in her handbag. Bringing it out, she dropped the bag and the large file containing the travel papers, which were the only things she was allowed to take from Francis's house.
After they were declared husband and wife by the priest, Roman had insisted they leave imdiately. When she brought up the issue of her belongings still in the house, he suggested she text Freya a list of the things she would need, which must not include anything Francis got for her. He had Trevor give Freya his card so she would be directed to the house to drop off the items.
Tessy imdiately dialed her number, and on the first ring, Freya picked up.
"Hey, Tess, please tell you're okay because I'm freaking out and losing my mind here," Freya's voice rang out from the other end of the phone, filled with worry.
"I'm also losing my mind here. For now, I'm physically okay, but I don't know how long that will last," Tessy whispered, her eyes darting to the door, fearing that soone might be outside, listening to her conversation.
"What do you an? What's going on? What are they doing to you?" Freya panicked, her voice rising in concern.
***
"Ro—" Williams started to speak, but...
"I forbid it, Liam. You are not allowed to interrogate her concerning this issue. End of discussion," Roman cut Williams off, his brows pulling together, his voice firm and unyielding.
"What if she is a witch?" Williams pressed, his tone laced with suspicion.
"Isn't she supposed to be one?" Roman asked back.
"Well, she is, but I don't sense it."
"Neither do I sense a werewolf. But she reacts exactly the way an oga would react when I'm angry. Hers is even worse. I don't need to be furious. Just a slight shift in my mood toward the angry side, and she runs out of breath," Roman explained, his voice calm but with an edge of frustration.
"That's what I'm talking about, Ro. She might be pretending. I don't trust her one bit," Williams insisted, narrowing his eyes as he crossed his arms.
"When did you begin to underestimate , Liam?" Roman shot back, his tone sharp.
"I don't underestimate you. I'm only concerned about your safety," Williams revealed, his voice softening slightly.
Roman smirked. "You worry too much. Even if she's pretending, a little witch can't kill . I am more of a danger to myself than anyone is to . You know that already. I wonder what you're working yourself up for," Roman said, shifting his eyes to the dead man on the floor, then looking at the waiting cleaners. "Clean this up," he ordered, and they moved instantly while he proceeded to walk toward the dining room.
"Fine," Williams relented, though his expression remained tense. "Does she know what you are?" he asked, following Roman.
"I highly doubt that. She's human, rember?" Roman replied, his tone dismissive.
"aning it's safe for to say she doesn't feel the mate bond. How then did she agree to marry you?"
"Let's say I gave her a reason to, although I don't believe she would have easily agreed if the mate bond wasn't at play," Roman answered thoughtfully, a sly smile creeping onto his face.
Williams narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "What did you do, Ro?"
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