Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 113

　　Evelyn’s POV

　　Waking up, I feel fingers run down my spine, making me shiver and my eyes fly open. Sitting up, I find I am in a room and the person touching me was Thaddeus. He watches me as I look around at the unfamiliar surroundings. The room I am in is huge and has arched windows looking out into the darkness. Shaking my head, I try to remember the last thing that happened. All I remember is Meranda getting shot and the sensation of moving fast. I feel a draft brush across my skin from the open window, making me look down to see I only have my jeans and a bra on.

　　“Where is my shirt?” I ask, my voice trembling as confusion sets in.

　　“You threw up at the apartment,” Thaddeus tells me, and I vaguely remember. I tug the surrounding blanket, covering myself from his watchful eyes.

　　“How did you get the burn on your back?” he asks, looking at my exposed shoulder. I often forgot it was there, and looking down I could just make out the charred edges of flesh that wrapped over my shoulder to the back of my neck.

　　“Where am I?” I ask, ignoring his question. Thaddeus doesn’t answer, and the door suddenly opens, Ryland and Orion walking in.

　　“Sleeping beauty awakes,” Ryland mocks. I roll my eyes at him before tugging the blanket over my shoulder, covering myself completely. Their eyes watching every move I make.

　　Orion sits on the end of the bed, kicking his shoes off and laying down. Getting up, I scoot to the edge of the bed, looking around. I can see a bathroom through the door near the windows. Another door that Ryland and Orion walked in from, so I guess that leads to the rest of the place. Antique looking wardrobes along one wall and a huge four-poster bed that could easily fit five or six people in it.

　　“Can I borrow a shirt please” I ask, looking to them. Ryland pulls his off, handing it to me. I scrunch my nose up before taking it from him.

　　“Now you will have my scent all over you,” he states before leaning against Thaddeus. My eyes trail down his bare chest. His has abs look like they were sculptured by an artist, his tan skin glowing under the lights. Turning my gaze away when I realise I was gawking, I pull the shirt over my head before removing the sheet I wrapped myself in. It was very warm here. Even the draft didn’t have the frosty bite I was so used to, making me wonder where we were.

　　Getting up, I walk to the window and look out; it was dark, but the moon was full and the sky so clear I could actually see stars instead of smog. Looking out all I see is trees and hills and more hills and nothing, just darkness. I feel my heart rate pick up. I knew instantly we had to be hundreds of kilometres from home. Turning around, I look at them. All three of them watching me and I break out in a cold sweat fear consuming me. My mind's going to a crime show I watched once the narrator said never let your killers take you to a second destination because that means they are going to kill you. Well, technically this was the third destination, but that didn’t make me any less uneasy.

　　“Where are we?” I ask, looking back out the window.

　　“At our home,” Thaddeus answers.

　　“And where is that?” I ask.