Blythe
I don't need five seconds to make a decision.
I make my way forward as if on a mission, shaking my head at Spencer as I close the door. I breathe a sigh of relief knowing I have made the right decision yet I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I accepted Spencer's offer and went downstairs with him. Would he try to pick up where we left off last night?
It doesn't—shouldn't matter. What matters is I'm still upstairs in my own domain. I walk to the bed and sit on it, folding over with my face in my hands, reminding myself that Spencer is the type of person to cause trouble in the henhouse. I must treat everything as an attempt at sabotage. I cannot let him stray me from the beaten path.
I hear a knock on my door, sitting up straight without saying anything. I know i
