She blinked, her lips parting to respond, but no sound came out. His gaze on her was

unwavering, making any confidence and courage in her disappear.

She fiddled nervously with her fingers, her gaze cast downward. “M-my room?” she

murmured, barely above a whisper.

“This is your room,” he declared, his tone final. The mirth in his eyes dissipated instantly,

replaced by a cold, unnegotiating expression.

Her lips trembled as she tried to form her next words. “But I-I can’t… here… ...