Prisoners Of Love
ont of something that could on
es taller than most buildings, security cameras tucked under marble gargoyles, and walls so high t
hrough the gates, but she gripped her
oming, she had
n stepped out first, then
t it like it
walk,"
replied flatly,
ravel. She winced, but didn't complain. She
- a younger man with sharp eyes and a scar along his n
ing's re
said. Then, to
door like a man who had never once needed to look back. Liana hes
rk wood floors, walls lined with cold artwork. Not a picture of famil
and down a long hall. He opened a
r room," he
soft four-poster bed. A wardrobe full of clothes. A bookshelf lined with classics. Ev
beautiful, well-k
"What do you want
you," Damian s
even kn
voice dropped. "And until then, I
d and wa
r didn'
loc
-
e bed for what
think, to pie
me wrapped in whispers.
something he
de no
rom man to man. Her mother had died when Liana was fourteen. Since then,
thing specia
th five mil
ess
held secrets eve
errupted her thou
ressed in a simple gray uniform. She carr
. "You'll eat, shower, rest. He
y for
dn't a
, then left, locking
ken, a soft slice of cake. Too much food for
dn't t
omach grow
te an
ed against the cold glass. Somewhere beyond these walls
o longer part
s a pr
st in
she didn't re
-
elf a drink and watched the se
dn't
dn't
remember,"
nd him nodded. "Shou
ly. "We don't need her