Terms of the Arrangement

Nadia

Torin tightened his grip on my wrist, his fingers biting into my flesh like a pair of iron shackles. A predatory shadow crossed his dark eyes, wiping away the last trace of mocking amusement.

"Who is he?" Torin demanded, staring straight into my eyes without blinking.

My mind raced against a blank wall. There was no man waiting for me tonight. There was no dinner reservation, no high-rank