The room felt smaller than usual. I sat on the edge of the bed, my fingers laced together, trying to calm the relentless pounding in my chest after my conversation with Thomas. He had assigned guards to watch my every move. I wasn’t allowed to leave the house.
A knock on the door. Once. Twice. Quick and impatient.
I turned my head, but before I could say anything, the door swung open.
Brigitte walked in like an unstoppable storm. Her steps were unhurried, but there was something about her presence that made the room feel darker. Her long blonde hair was slightly messy, with bangs partially covering her face. Thick black eyeliner made her eyes look even sharper. Her pale lips curled into a lazy smirk, and her faded band tee hugged her frame, paired with a short skirt and fishnet stocking
