Fire Haired God of Death

Cassian

The sweet aroma of vanilla hits me like a gut punch when I come face to face with my mate. I can feel the bond throbbing in my chest, pulling me toward her. Her eyes open wide telling me she feels it too. She has large chains hooked to metal cuffs around her wrists that are also chained together. Her ankles have the same cuffs, and the chains are secured to hooks in the concrete floor. She