Back in Zayd's room, Lilith was done feeding, and now the only sound filling the space was the scratch of a pen moving across paper as Zayd worked at his desk.
She stood at the bed pole, arms bound to it. For someone who had just fed her, he certainly wasn't acting like it meant anything. She had almost believed they were having a rare, soft moment, until he tied her there, forcing her to stand.
"It's late. Can I go back to my room?" She asked, but he didn't respond. She let out a groan of frustration, shifting against the cuffs that held her in place.
"After tomorrow, there will be an important meeting here in the pack house. Do not leave my room unless I summon you through Ben," he said, finally setting down his pen and turning to face her.
"Your room? I could be in mine. Why do I have to stay here?" She shot back.
