Zara
All the way down the stairs to the vast dining room, I felt my stomach clench. All traces of the warehouse's familiar appearance were gone. While the outside appeared dilapidated and abandoned, the inside had undergone a complete remodel.
A long table stood in the center of the room, with blood-red roses in a pair of clear vases. I stared straight ahead, letting my gaze glaze over, ignoring my surroundings. The silver cuffs were back on my wrists, cutting me off from my wolf and my pack.
I spotted my father at the head of the table, with Holly sitting to the side. Fear flickered in her eyes as she noticed my presence. I pretended not to see her, pretended not to care.
Marcus pulled out a chair for me, and I sat almost mechanically. I could feel my father's gaze on me, narrowed and assessing. If he had any suspicions, he didn't voice them.
