Laney came awake slowly, confusion and headache merging to cloud her brain. She was incredibly thirsty and reached out for one of the water bottles that Boris always seemed to provide. A strong arm reached around her and helped tilt her head until her lips reached the edge of a glass. She sipped gratefully until her thirst was quenched and she relaxed once more with a sigh. The headache immediately began to recede until she was able to open her eyes and greet the man hovering over her prone body.
Dark, intense eyes and a bearded face greeted her. Massive arms crossed over a huge chest. He stood arrogantly, with legs spread apart. His whole body language screamed cruelty and dominance. He was exactly like his brother in every way, except for the eyes. Though he watched her with the same possessive longing, there was something different about this man- something missing. Though she could tell he wanted her, he didn't feel for her what Boris did. She shivered.