I followed Mikhail until he stopped in front of a door, pushing it open to reveal a large, beautifully furnished bedroom. The bed was made with crisp, white linens and a vase of fresh flowers sat on the nightstand." This will be your room," he announced, stepping aside to let me in.I walked into the room, my eyes taking in every detail. It was beautiful, more beautiful than any hotel suite I had ever stayed in. But it wasn't mine." It's... nice," I said, my voice neutral." I'm glad you think so," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. " I had it designed just for you."I turned to look at him, my eyes wide with surprise." You did?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper." I did," he confirmed. " I wanted you to feel comfortable here."" Why?" The question was out before I could stop it, raw and unfiltered.He took a step closer, the air between us crackling with unspoken tension. "Because I want you here, Leslie. Not just for protection, not just for your grandfather's sake. I
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