I stepped into my new room and Mara closed the door behind me with a soft click. Oak doors were nice, I guess. My old room didn't make such a quiet noise when I closed it. It was either a soft bang or a loud thud.
The first thing I noticed about the place was how ridiculously big it was. I mean, it wasn't just a room. I was basically standing in the center of a mini apartment.
There was a king-sized bed with green covers that could fit about five plus women, a velvet arm chair near a freaking fireplace that I could even use as a bed if it was comfortable enough. Chances of everything in here not being comfortable enough were very slim. So slim there were almost no chances at all.
I walked to what I assumed was a closet. I was right. It was a walk-in closet I could probably get lost in.
