Elena’s POV
Kade’s grip was tight around my wrist as he led me down the hall, away from the study, past his room, past the strange, empty little nursery—all the way to the end of the corridor, where there was a narrow set of steps leading up to a third floor.
I expected a dusty attic. Perhaps a nice, metal cage that was barely large enough to curl up in.
But I was pleasantly surprised—and very confused—when he opened a door and revealed a full suite.
“This room should have everything you need,” he said as he walked around, turning on the gas lamps. There was a twin-sized bed by the window, a small armchair by a little fireplace, and even an en suite bathroom.
There was nothing particularly extravagant about the room, of course. I was a prisoner, not a guest. But the room was well-appo
