She would bide her time, save her strength. Seeing Wolf had sparked something inside. Maybe there was still some hope. Maybe she could still escape with her life intact, maybe even her soul. He led them to his private chambers. His rooms were ornate and baroque. Colored in deep greens and burgundy. A fire raged in the massive stone fireplace. The room was rich and emanated great warmth. Red still shuddered as she glanced around. Drake gestured to a high-backed ornate chair, covered in velvet. “Please sit.” Red stood stubbornly beside it. She glared at him. Drake sat down elegantly in the opposing chair. “Sitting will cost you nothing, Red. You should choose your fights more wisely.” Red sat down. In felt incredible to sit in the plush chair. It was soft and cushioned. Very different from what she was used to. The bones in her back and legs sighed from the comfort. Drake leaned forward and reached for her nose. She backed away from his touch. 57 Vivi Anna “You are hurt.” “No.”
