This place was much nicer than the one back home. It wasn’t a penthouse, but it had a decent view of the city lights at night. The stainless steel countertops and appliances were all new and extremely modern. And it was clean, almost to the point of sterile. The furniture in the concave living room was black, sparse, and functional, not homey like those old tattered sofas, but not uncomfortable. The artwork hanging on the walls in all black-and-whites complimented it perfectly. My bedroom held the largest king-size bed I’d ever slept in, a dresser, full length mirror, desk and chair, and a walk-in closet. I felt like freaking Cinderella. Since our arrival, Rafe had been busy most days with his ‘business’, so I hadn’t really had a chance to get out and see the sights like I wanted to, but he made sure to be home to give me my shots whenever I needed them. Until today. He’d left before I woke and been gone all day. My craving had been growing in intensity for hours as the pain grew, not just emotionally, but physically.
