Chapter 22 – Vanessa's POV
I couldn't breathe. My whole body froze.
The woman at my door looked like she could rip me apart. And maybe she wanted to. Her gold eyes were glowing, sharp and angry.
"Well?" she said, stepping inside like she owned the room. "Aren't you going to say something?"
"I…" My voice came out small. "I don't know what you want me to say."
She let out a cold laugh. "Try the truth. Why are you trying to steal my mate?"
"I'm not!" I blurted out, louder than I meant to. "I'm not trying to steal anyone. I didn't ask to be here. I'm a prisoner."
She raised her eyebrows. "A prisoner? Is that what he told you to say?"
"No. It's just the truth."
"Really?" She moved closer. Her perfume hit me—strong, expensive, sharp. "You get your own room. He comes to see you in person. And that necklace?" She pointed at it. "That doesn't scream 'prisoner' to me."
I touched the necklace without thinking. It was warm against my skin.
