Mary

I frown as I stand in the doorway of the room we were all but ordered to wait in when we got here. I look over my shoulder at John Matthew and Bella. Bella seems a little nervous but won't tell me why. At the sound of shuffling I turn and see a man so handsome he looks like he should be walking down the streets of Hollywood, shuffling down the hallway looking either drunk or sick. Without warning his muscular arm shoots out and pins me against a walll by my neck and demands to know who I am.