Ezra
I woke up to a scent so strong it hit me before I even opened my eyes.
Like burning wood mixed with something sweet, something...masculine.
My eyes snapped open.
I sat up too fast. Memories of the night came rushing back. The last thing I remember was Alpha Xenon catching me.
"Where the hell am I?" I murmured, dragging a hand through my hair.
The room around me was nothing like mine.
The walls were darker, polished wood. The space was bigger, cleaner, and there was a regal aura that occupied it. There was lots of animal skin and the atmosphere smelled so rich.
Then I heard something.
Music.
I turned my head slowly.
At the far side of the room, Alpha Xenon sat on a chair, one leg slightly forward, his posture straight but relaxed. In front of him was a large instrument resting against his body. It was tall, curved, with strings stretched across it.
A harp.
His fingers moved over the strings with ease, playing a symphony that was seductive to the ears.
