I never stepped foot inside Mordecai’s room before. Just being outside the doorway, which I saw every day when I left my own room, felt foreign to me.

The black doors did not look welcoming at all. They gave off a foreboding feeling, as if they were the doors leading to Hell rather than the doors leading to my mate’s room.

I recalled Wendy’s words about us moving into the same room and almost laughed. With how we were, there was no way we could move into the ...