Maisie
He took me out of the room. His fingers were entwined in mine. I loved his fingers. They were rough and warm and strong.
There were six people in the living room area. Three of my mates stood by the furniture, expressions tense. There was a smaller woman, a human.
Something about her and the little box in her grasp instantly made me feel uncomfortable. I stopped walking. Whatever this was, I didn't want to go through with it.
Mercer looked back at where I'd hidden behind his back, my foot stepping over the other slightly. He cupped my jaw. "It's okay. It'll only be for a few minutes."
Something in the back of my mind wriggled at the promise. I should've remembered all they ever did was lie to me.
Instead, I nodded, taking the last few steps into the living room. I noticed there was another man standing beside her. He was dressed in a practical blacksuit and held a small black briefcase to his side. I thought he looked like an attorney.
