Delilah.
The moment I wake up, I remember everything that I presumed yesterday and I widen my eyes in complete shock. I rise from the bed and the room is not familiar. I fling the sheets, adjusting my dress and being confused.
I push my hair that is sprawled everywhere, and I begin to remember that Thorn carried me through the stairs. It becomes much worse when I remember how I spoke back to a guest. Why did I do that? I squeeze my fist, wondering how I’m going to show my face to everyone at this point.
I take a deep breath, and I start to notice the room. It is a dimly lit room, an aura of elegance intertwined with danger. Deep, rich colors dominated the decor and bright morning. The tall walls are cloaked in velvety, midnight blue.
It’s Thorn’s room! There is no further discussion as
