I followed my brother into his hotel room.
The moment the door swung open, I felt my breath catch somewhere in my chest. It was beautiful—and I expected nothing less from Novaterra. Everything about this pack seemed designed to remind you that you were standing in the presence of something greater than yourself. The wealth, the architecture, the way even the air smelled cleaner somehow, like it had been filtered through flowers and money.
But this room was something else entirely.
It was bigger than any hotel room I had ever seen if I was being honest. The ceilings stretched high above us, crowned with a chandelier that caught the light and scattered it into a thousand tiny rainbows across the walls. There was a sitting area with plush couches that looked like they had never been sat on, a dining table that could seat eight people comfortably, and through an arched doorway, I could see the edge of a bed that looked wide enough to get lost in.
