Chapter 25. The Date

Proserpina

This was the first time Lucien had deigned to take me out, and I was excited. Smiling happily, I slid into the back seat of the luxurious car and sighed, leaning back against the expensive upholstery and inhaling the fragrance of Lucien's familiar cologne and cigars. And of course, his whiskey!

Suddenly I remembered that I had not seen Jamie; turning around in my seat, I frowned in puzzlement.

A new bodyguard, a young man with a scarred face and a small ponytail, stood outside the house.

"What's wrong?" asked Lucien brusquely.

Still a little bemused, I turned to him and asked,

"Where's Jamie? I didn't see him.'

Lucien's face tightened, and he glared at me coldly.

"Why do you want to know where Jamie is?" he asked in an icy voice, and I shrank back in fear.

Leaning a little closer and lowering his voice, he reached out and grasped my wrist, twisting it painfully, and growled.

"You belong to me, do