JASMINE
Before I could think twice or even attempt to smooth over the chaotic air in the hallway, the heavy door clicked open, and I was abruptly pulled away by Stephan.
"Let's go to my room instead," he muttered under his breath, his long strides taking us far down the echoing corridor and away from Henry's wing.
His grip on my hand was firm and steady, serving as a silent buffer against the toxic atmosphere of the mansion.
We reached the far end of the west wing, where he unlocked a massive double door and ushered me inside, closing out the quiet chill of the house behind us.
The moment the doors clicked shut, I stood motionless, left completely speechless as I stared at Stephan's room.
Unlike the rest of the mansion which was draped in gaudy luxury, cold marble, and heavy gold trimmings designed to flex the Maxwell family's immense wealth Stephan's room felt like an entirely different world.
