{I do not own the Den of Shadows written by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. I only enjoy her work; and by writing this, I do not profit except by humor and the enhancement of my writing. Anything that may be construed as relating to anyone or anything is purely coincidental, although i draw my influence from many sources.}
She sat there, rocking back in forth in a room with which she had no familiarity. A dim light shone to her left, and a closed door was in front of her. The bed in which she was sitting on had red covers and was neatly made except for the spot she was sitting on. The red walls seemed to pulse, to close on her and draw away. The golden ceiling shone with a dull glow, sparkling in what light there was. She noted that the trim and floor was black.
Gathering herself, she got up and turned to straighten the cover so that it would look neat. After making sure the evidence of her presence was gone, she looked up to a black headboard and a golden eye with a red iris. She'd seen that somewhere before...that eye. It had haunted her dreams. And, yet. She felt safe with that symbol and whoever owned it.
The loose hair from her braided ponytail flicked across her forehead as the air stirred by the opening of the door. A man waited inside the entryway of the door while she slowly turned to look at her captor. Her eyes widened as they beheld the guy she had a crush on at school. It was James... James who had given her a necklace of that same eye depicted on the headboard of the bed.
Many thoughts ran through her head as she wondered why she was there and what he wanted with her...