- Julien Grayson:
His grip on my arm didn't loosen as he pulled me out of the small room, and of course, I had no choice but to follow him.
The wooden door creaked behind us as we stepped into a larger space, and for a second, I stumbled again trying to keep up with his long stride. His hand was still wrapped firmly around my forearm, the pressure not exactly painful anymore but strong enough that I knew there was no chance of pulling away if I tried.
I barely had time to protest anyway.
Because the moment we stepped out, my attention was pulled in another direction entirely.
The house.
I hadn't been able to see it before while trapped inside that small wooden room, but now that I was standing in the main area, my eyes moved quickly across the space around us.
It was small.
Not tiny, but definitely smaller than my parents' house.
And everything inside it looked… handmade.
