11
CALISTA
Merrick and I finally reached my bedroom door, and it felt like an eternity walking all that way in silence, but I was trying to plot my escape.
“Which room would you like to be yours, Merrick?” I asked him.
“Whichever one is closest to you,” he chimed with a slight grin.
“I don’t think you’ll approve of that room because the closest room to mine is the pink one.” I laughed, imagining what he would look like taking residence in the pink room. The other warriors would never let him live it down.
Giving me a sly smile, he laughed. “I know it’s pink. Remember a few years ago when I refused to help you paint that room because of it?”
Raising his eyebrows in question, I laughed thinking about that fun-filled day. Xylia and I tried so hard to get him to help paint the room. She
