It has a fluffy gray duvet on the queen bed, yet this room feels cold for some reason. I can’t place why I feel that way. I would rather have the hospital room. It feels empty despite having clothes, even as I walk into the grand bathroom and closet.
Walking out, Axton is leaning against the doorframe, watching me. “My room is across the hall. You are to remain in the apartment unless I authorize you to leave it. Guards will be posted outside the doors until you can be trusted.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Axton,” I tell him.
But he either doesn’t care for my words or doesn’t believe me because he walks off, leaving me in the room.
I sit on the bed, looking around the empty space. Goosebumps lace my skin, and I itch badly, something setting off my senses about Axton’s cold demeanor. It
