Fiona
The look of concern on Alexander’s features caused my wolf to reach for him.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I was trying to be quiet.”
I sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed. “It wasn’t you. I had a bad dream.”
The room suddenly felt cold, and I shivered. It was the most significant room I had ever stayed in. The bed took up a quarter of the room. Another quarter was for reading or playing games as a chess set sat on a table for four. A wall cut the other quarter to an exquisite bathroom I had poked around.
The remaining space was a closet, but closet didn’t seem the appropriate word. Dressing room was probably a better word to describe it. Then there was an adjoining room which appeared to be Alexander's study or office. There were papers scattered about it and books l
