Chapter Seven (Saraya's POV)

I lowered my gaze, and discreetly tried to put my hand behind my back to see if I could reach the knot that held the upper bodice of my dress together but I was groping like an idiot. Noting his eyes were on me, I skimmed my eyes to the two doors on the opposite end of the wall behind him, trying to guess which of the two was a bathroom since there was no sign of a wardrobe in the room, I assumed there must be one behind one of the closed doors. Doing a Minnie Minnie miny moe tactic in my head, I decided on the one at the far end of the wall, and moved, walking past him. He didn't budge from his position.

'Jerk,' I cursed in my head but inhaled the whiz of his scent like a bloody junky.

"I think you should wash off first. I don't want the stench of humans in the closet," he grumbled just when I was about to reach for the doorknob.

'Okay, this is the closet,' I thought and changed course without saying a word to him.

Pushing the bathroom door open, a smile stretched my lips. Th