The door swung closed on Isaac and Lavinia with a click. They had been ushered into a warmly decorated room. In the center was an enormous four-poster bed. Over it was a thick duvet with intricate red embroidery. Beside it was a loveseat and two plump ottomans.

Lavinia sank into the loveseat, letting out a breath. Isaac stayed frozen just inside the doorway.

“Oh, sit down.” Said Lavinia. “I’d think you’d be good at this.”

“Excuse ...