Twisted Rivalry
The guide unlocked it, stepping aside to let me pass.
"Your partner will join you very soon, Miss Aura," he murmured before closing the door, the heavy lock clicking into place.
A sudden spike of raw nervousness hit my stomach. I looked around the room. It was breathtakingly luxurious—a massive canopy bed draped in midnight-blue silk sheets, dim amber lighting casting long shadows across the dark velvet walls, and a crystal decanter of wine resting on a mahogany table.
I walked over to the table with trembling fingers, pouring a dark, rich liquid into a glass. I took a heavy, desperate gulp, letting the burning heat of the alcohol steady my racing pulse.