Maya

Stephen's bedroom was three times the size of my entire house.

Dark wood furniture. A fireplace that could fit a grown man. Windows that overlooked the pack lands like a king surveying his kingdom. And that bed, massive and draped in midnight blue silk.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Stephen closed the door behind us with a soft click.

I stayed by the entrance, my back pressed against the wall. "I'm not sleeping in here with you."

"Yes, you are." He walked to the fireplace, ...