“Stay away from me,” she screamed. Lianne’s frantic gaze darted around her surroundings. Rows upon rows of books lined the massive shelves that completely encircled the room, most covered with antique leather bindings. Candles flickered over the array of books, dancing inside the room like fireflies. She was in a library or a study perhaps. Crimson draperies sagged from the expansive window frames that were at least ten feet in width. Black lace hung from the center, resembling a spider web. Lianne’s heavy breathing increased. “Where…where…where the hell am I,” she demanded with a sniffle.
“You’re at my house. Lianne, I…”
“Your house!” Lianne screeched. “You…you…First you assault me, you rape me in a fucking graveyard, and then you bring me back to your house?” She stiffened, pressing into the sofa as hard as she could to get away from Ravenna.
“I didn’t rape you!” Ravenna hissed.