SERA

He took me to his suite.

Not my room, not the guest wing, not any of the polite, distant spaces he'd allocated to me since I arrived. His actual bedroom, the one I'd never been inside, the one that smelled so overwhelmingly like him that the second the door closed behind us I had to grab the edge of the dresser to stay standing.

He set me down and I whipped around to face him, ready to unleash everything I'd been saving for the last forty minutes, but he was already across the room, ...