[Meredith]
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering, but before I could answer, Draven turned away with a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"Come," he said again, as if nothing had happened. "You need to have a breather before breakfast."
And just like that, he was walking down the hall again, leaving me to gather what was left of my composure before following him.
Draven's pace slowed as we reached the end of the corridor. When he opened the double doors, I froze for a heartbeat.
The room beyond was enormous, spanning the length of what could have been two smaller chambers combined.
Light spilt in through tall windows, glinting off polished stone and dark oak furnishings.
The bed, centred against the far wall, was large enough for three people to sleep without touching.
"This is where you sleep?" I asked, my voice half curious, half incredulous.
Draven gave a short hum in response as he stuffed his hands inside his pants pockets.
