It was a large, spacious chamber, dominated by a wide bed with a dark wood frame. The windows were open, the night breeze stirring the curtains, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine from the gardens below. A single lamp on a bedside table cast a soft, golden glow.I felt Marco tense beside me as he took it in. His eyes went to the bed, then quickly away, a flush creeping up his neck. He understood.I finally released his hand, and he immediately wrapped his arms around himself, a defensive gesture.“This is your room,” he stated, his voice barely a whisper.“It is,” I confirmed, walking further into the room. I poured two glasses of water from a crystal carafe on a side table. I held one out to him. “It is the most secure room in the house. No one enters this wing without my permission. You will be safe here.”He took the glass, his fingers brushing against mine. A small, electric contact. He didn’t drink, just held the cool crystal.“Safe from everyone but you,” he said, his
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