Page 9 of Savage Knight
Chapter Four
Lowen blinked awakeand saw an unfamiliar ceiling.When she rolled to her side, the morning sunlight lit up the large bedroom.A large armoire sat against one wall, and a dresser on the other.A flat-screen TV was mounted, opposite the bed so someone could watch it while lying down.
The events of the previous night rolled through her mind like a television show.How Evren had promised to make sure Scias would never hurt her again.It wasn’t what she asked of him, but his assurance of help gave her peace of mind.
Rising, she went into the bathroom and took care of business before washing her hands.She wore one of Evren’s t-shirts, and it was long enough that she didn’t have to be self-conscious about flashing her panties.Making her way down the hallway, she saw him sitting in a leather wingback chair, drinking from a coffee mug and scanning through his phone.
“Good morning,” she said softly.
He looked up at her.“Morning.”
Setting his mug aside, he stood and walked over to the credenza where several bags rested.He collected them and held them out to her.
“I had someone pick you up some clothes,” he said.
Surprised, she accepted them.“Thank you.”
“I figured you didn’t want to walk around in just my shirt, although it looks fabulous on you.”
She smiled.“You mean, I don’t look like a homeless, pitiful wretch?”
“First of all, you’re not a wretch.Second, there’s nothing to pity.Third, I will not let you be homeless.”
“This means a lot, Evren.I’m very grateful, and not just for the clothes.I’m really thankful I met you last night.”
“I’m glad I was there,” he said with a smile.“Go ahead and get dressed, then we’ll grab breakfast at Jeremiah’s.”
She nodded and headed back to her room.Taking a short shower, she decided not to wash her hair since she washed it the night before.The clothes Evren picked out were black tailored slacks and a pale pink button-down shirt with a Peter Pan collar.It would’ve been something she chose herself, so she was pleased.There were also panties, a bra, and pantyhose.After dressing, she slipped into the shoes from her engagement party and headed back to the sitting room.
Evren blinked.“Wow.You clean up good, Miss Hayes.”
Warmth blossomed over her cheeks and she ducked her head, not used to compliments.
He cleared his throat.“Hungry?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Jeremiah lives across the corridor.Sax and I always eat breakfast there.I’ll warn you now, my brothers can be a little much.”
“All right.”
She was a little nervous to meet them.When Evren placed his hand on her lower back, her heart sped up a little as something undefinable flashed through her body.They walked toward his brother’s home, which was across the hall.Just like his own apartment, several security measures in place.The intense precautions told its own story.
The penthouse was completely different from Evren’s.Clean lines and white-upon-white aesthetics.In her opinion, it seemed a little cold and impersonal.He led her toward the dining room where two other men sat eating.The older one, who had silver threaded through his dark hair, had to be Jeremiah.He wore a white shirt with a tie and suspenders, oozing sophistication.The other man had long blonde hair, dyed almost white.His blue eyes held a hint of calculating cruelty that reminded her of Scias.She shied away from him immediately.
Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that the last thing she ate were a few bites at lunch the previous day.
