Chapter 20-Aylin

Damon is still tense as I portal us to the door leading to my room. I hesitate momentarily before remembering I allowed him to be in here before; there's no point in acting territorial now. I let out a breath before I open the door and begin to lead him into the bathing chamber, where I keep my bandages and wound cleaning kits.

“Holy hell, I must have been too distracted the last time I was in here to notice the amount of books in here,” he states, looking around at my walls

“They’re kind of hard to miss, don’t you think?” I tell him with a raised brow

The entire wall behind my bed, from top to bottom, was bookshelves built into the wall, and they were overstuffed, same with the wall adjacent to that, where my oversized reading chair sat.

“I suppose I wasn’t entirely focused on your taste in interior design the last time I was here,” he teases with a grin. “although I didn’t know you read,” he adds in as we enter the bathing chamber, and I begin to pull out the needed supplies.