I felt a shiver run up my spine at Lux’s words. What in the world would he need to tell me that involved us being in his room? Though I had an idea, I didn’t dare hope.
"Here we are." Lux announced, entering a room at the very end of the hall.
A gasp escaped me as I took it all in. Sitting against a large bay window was an immaculate bed with a fluffy white comforter and many pillows. White lace hung from beams on either corner, obscuring whoever lay on it ever so slightly. Beside the bed was a table made of oak, with a book on politics sitting on it and a full ashtray. At the foot of the bed was a large white bear skin rug with the bear's head still attached. The walls were adorned with paintings of calming scenery. A fireplace built into the right wall was lit and burning brightly, ema
