Prize

Zina POV

"Where are we going?" I shriek.

 It's dark back here, but I hear a door close behind us as we reach the dimly lit room with a black bed that I can't remember. 

My stomach clenches in both excitement and fear. "I paid for an hour of your time, Zina." 

His voice was a bit gruff and rough, it was a small change but I could pick it up easily.

"Red." I whispered against his shoulder.

"Hello my little mate."

He tosses me on the bed and stares down at me with a look of masked anger. "It's time to collect what I won."

His large hands grip my ankles and yank me toward him. 

I let out a yelp. I'm not afraid of Jared or his mate. I trust him, but right now…he seems unhinged. Angry at me for reasons I don't understand, and I can't quite tell if we're supposed to be in a scene or if he's being real.