“Wait. What?”
She reached for Matteo but he jerked his hand away.
“Now, little birdie. Fly away before it’s too late and the wolves snatch you up.” He ran the tips of his fingers across her tattoo. “And ruin such innocence.”
She turned to his friend who only stared at her with a dead, blank stare.
“Sevastyan.”
He shook his head, pulled back from her, eyes aflame with the same soul-deep desire she’d felt from him downstairs as their gazes had locked over Roman’s erotic scene.
She stumbled toward the door. Her legs threatened to give. She knew this would happen. Hadn’t she accepted her fate? She should do as they said.
But a new ache bloomed in her chest.
A part of her now belonged to them and she didn’t know what to do with that knowledge.