I swallowed. "Well, he already told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t think I actually had to read it."
"Let's try this again," he said, his voice controlled but sharp.
"Do you know where everybody is supposed to sleep during the night?"
I swallowed, already sensing where this was going.
"Yes."
"So you do know where your bedroom is?"
"Yes, it's this room. I know, it's my bedroom."
His eyes darkened. "So you know that you're not supposed to be sleeping on the right wing. And that people in the right-wing are not supposed to be sleeping in the left wing. You know this?"
I nodded, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on me.
"Words," he demanded.
"Yes, I do," I confirmed, barely above a whisper.
"You know that you're here to follow the rules and fulfil my desires—my
