Chapter Thirty-Three - lunch with Nadir
After the tour, Angel had to go back to her room, she'd stayed there for hours and did not know when the door was unlocked.
She only noticed because the sound made her sit up straight.
She looked toward the door, her heart beating too fast to count.
When Nadir stepped in like he belonged there. Dressed in black again. Simple shirt. No jacket this time. The contrast between him and the room still felt wrong. Like he was a stain someone refused to clean.
"You're awake," he said.
"I didn't sleep," Angel replied.
He tilted his head slightly, studying her. "You did. Not for long, but you did."
She did not argue.
He walked farther in, stopping near the vanity, his fingers brushing one of the pink ribbons tied to the drawer handles. He frowned.
"I told them to tone this down," he muttered.
"You decorated this?" Angel asked before she could stop herself.
He glanced at her. "Of course I did."
She waited.
"You don't like it," he added.
