Melody Reese

"I never imagined I would sit in Nathan's dining room, eating without looking around, worried for my life," I said, shifting closer to Draven when he twirled a fork around spaghetti for me. He insisted on feeding me after Scarlett had prepared spaghetti and meatballs, courtesy of Nathan's pantry and freezer.

"Weren't you allowed to?" Draven asked in a hiss, urging me to open my mouth. The flavors exploded in my mouth, making me close my eyes as I savored the hearty meal.

"Nathan didn't like finding me seated here. I was required to be in our bedroom at all times, either positioned around the dance pole or...