Brittany's POV

I sit there for hours, but no one comes back to my room. Not that it surprises me. I’ve grown accustomed to being ignored unless someone needs me for something. That’s just how it’s always been, even before I lived with Dorian.

But irritation bubbles up in me. Three hours. Three whole hours, and still no sign of sheets. It couldn’t possibly take that long to grab them. And my duffle bag? Missing in action. All my clothes are in that damn ...