“Miss,” Ellie’s quite voice startles me from my thoughts as she appears back in front of me. “Lottie,” I say my eyes locking with hers for a second before I look anywhere else but into them. “Short for Charlotte, I’m guessing?” she questions a hint of a smile and confidence coming into her voice now. Nodding at her, I finally notice her closed hand and the glass of water in her other. As if she notices my eyes on her hands she takes a seat at the opposite end of the dark three seated lounge, in the same material and colour of the upholstered wall. Taking the glass in my hand she hands me the two small tablets explaining to me that the white one will help with the pain and the other blue one to help fight bacteria from my bruises and the open skin of the cut where they head to set my ribs back in line. After I swallow the both of them down she explains that she run a bath with salts that will relax my muscles and help soothe my body. “Can I please just go to sleep now? My ribs are hurting” I ask her leaning further into the lounge. She gives me a small nod as she makes her way back into the bathroom and comes back only a moment later, a pile of clothes in her hands. She asks me if I need any help getting changed a soft look on her face as she does. I get her to help me change into the loose fitting grey tee that is a size smaller than the hole ridden one I had before, I thought I could get into the black cotton tracksuit pants, but I ended up having to brace myself on Ellie to do so. Ellie helps me settle back down onto the lounge. My eyes snap up to hers when I hear her quietly say that, having her help me like this was nothing to worry about, that she would be my maid and dresser while I’m here. When my eyes meet hers she gives me a nervous smile and makes her way back into the bathroom. Cluttering noises come from the bathroom, as I begin to think about what Ellie was even talking about. My hands grip tighter at the pillow that I have dropped down into my lap, I regret doing it as I feel a stinging sensation in them, forgetting that they were torn from my fall. Blood begins to sink into the already soaked gauze. I can’t even begin to add up what she means by what she said. Not one single person has told me what I’m doing here, all that I’ve been told is that I’m safe here. The way the hazel eyed man told me that I would, has left me without a shadow of a doubt that I’m safe here, with him. I still want to know why I’m here and that seems to be something they are all trying to avoid telling me. This place is better than Carlett. There aren’t any of those snotty girls that thought they were better than me, because they weren’t abandoned in a park, or in that foster home since they were two weeks old. The people here are nice but I can’t stay with them, usually people end up thinking I owe them something if I stay. It’s always the men. “Sorry miss,” Ellie walks back into the room her hands heavy with more medical supplies, “Lottie, I shouldn’t have said what I said to you before. It was my mistake but, his Majesty is better to explain all this to you.” Pulling my hand back towards her, she begins to un-wrap the gauze bandage from my hand, looking over the long but shallow cuts that are still red around the edges with a look on her face that I can’t diagnose. His Majesty? “Who?” I question out loud her hands frozen in the process of cleaning the cuts. “Like I said he’s better to explain all this to you than I am.” Her voice stays quite as she continues to wrap my hand now that she’s finished cleaning it and continuing to the other. Ellie hands me my hand back before she takes the remote from the dark thick wooden square table in the middle of the three lounges. She clicks a button and a flat screen television drops down from the roof facing towards me. She hands me the remote with another small smile as she stands up facing back towards me. “Dinner will be served in the next room in an hour and a half. Maxon will come get you, and if you wish to leave the suite, he will need to be informed.” She finishes in a dead voice walking out of the room with a curtsy. Sitting the remote she handed me down onto the cushion next to me, I get up and follow quietly behind her. She didn’t close the door all the way and I push it open, a slight bit more squeezing through the small gap and watching her leave through the other two doors. I make my way through the room where both dark curtains have been closed over the glass walls. I make my footsteps as quiet as possible and fight down all the pain that I feel. “El?” a deep husky voice questions in worry from the other side of the thick doors. “I slipped.” Ellie’s voice comes scared. “I slipped twice. I shouldn’t have said what I said to her. He told me not to say anything, about us, or about her.” she cries quietly before they quickly become muffled. “Ellie, please don’t worry my love. He trusts you more than anyone with her.” the same deep husky voice reassures. Another deep but softer voice joins the conversation not as loving to Ellie as the first, more neutral. “We will all slip, even him. He won’t last long, she’s beautiful and with the condition that she’s in, his wolf be pressing at him to tell her. It won’t take him long.” Scrunching my eyebrows, I walk away wondering what they were talking about after I hear two ‘I love you’ exchanged. They were talking about me. I know that but they were talking about some guy. I know I was here for a reason and I don’t want to meet this guy they were talking about. He sounds like what I fear the most.