Caged By His Love

her reality. She sat up quickly. The sheets were silk. The room, massive. Minimalist. Cold. Everything smelled like luxury and danger. She was still in Kael Donovan's home. Or cage. H

how strong forearms and veins. Power clung to him like a scent. "You're awake." "No thanks to you," she muttered. He smirked faintly and tossed a folded paper on the bed. "Your contract." Zaya blinked. "You're joking.""Read it. You'll find my terms