The penthouse felt like a museum.I stood in the guest bedroom with my duffel bag at my feet, afraid to touch anything. The bed was massive, covered in white sheets that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. Everything gleamed. The floors, the windows, even the air smelled expensive.My reflection stared back at me. I looked small. Out of place.“You can rearrange anything you want.”I jumped. Lycian stood in the doorway, not coming in.“It’s your room now. Make it yours.”“For three days. Until the pack meeting.”“You’re staying longer than three days.”“We don’t know that.”“I do.”I crouched and unzipped my duffel bag. Everything I owned fit inside. Three shirts. Two pairs of jeans. Cheap underwear. A borrowed sweater. A laptop held together with duct tape.I opened the dresser drawer slowly. Inside was fancy lined paper that smelled like lavender.Who the hell lines their drawers? Rich people.I set my shirt inside. It looked ridiculous.“I know this is weird,” Lycian said b
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