Nesrina nods, her smile back in place but stiffer at the corners. “We’ll leave you to freshen up, then, and I’ll show the others to their rooms.”
As they file out, Richard catches my gaze, his expression loaded with worry. I give him a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t seem to do much to lift his mood.
I watch them walk back down the narrow hall toward the other guest rooms before I close the door, letting out a sigh of relief. At least there are no holes in these walls, no spies watching me in my own room. That is something of an improvement.
Pacing the room, I examine all the fine decor and furniture, running my fingers over the lacquered armoire and the plush silk canopy over the bed. I feel a bit like a marble rolling around the too-big space, but I can’t deny the overwhelming beauty
