Rhys
I found myself in her room, frowning as I pretended to inspect the place as they fixed the door. I also instructed them to include a connecting passageway to my room and conceal it from her.
Her room felt like home. Everything was perfect, from the pale blue gradient on her walls to the silver bookshelf and the window nook. The room was bathed in her scent that my wolf had grown to obsess over.
When I ripped the doors away and bathed in earlier, I stopped short at the transformation. It was beautiful and much like her. She was sleeping soundly in my room now, and I Itched to go and check on her. But that was against the rules I gave myself and everyone.
It was as if I'd fallen into a trap that I had set for myself, and the worst part was that I wasn't sure I wanted to escape the
