Maisie
Margaret's silent footsteps brushed against the marble outside and Bastian shook his head, baring his teeth at me. "With that bloody scent of yours all over the place, this isn't going to fool her."
He sneered down at me, murmuring so softly, I barely heard him, "We're going to have to try for something a little more intimate. Can't say this is how I imagined I would have you in my bed the first time."
I was still trembling, still in too much shock to process any of his words, to fight against him when he gripped my shoulders and dragged me further into his carven of a bedroom.
He tossed me roughly onto the large mattress, and my back hit maroon sheets that smelled faintly of cedar, and I barely had a moment to twist aside when he climbed over me and he grabbed my wrists and yanked them above my head, pinning me into the mattress.
