“Do… Can I help you with anything?” Jaxon asked as they stopped in front of the door she assumed would be her room for the night.
She looked down at the gown and her nose wrinkled in disgust. The white had turned brown from blood—Brian’s blood. She was going to burn it the first chance she got. “Something I can change into, please,” she answered, giving him a small smile.
He nodded and opened the door for her. “You and Aelina are almost the same size. You can borrow her clothes.”
She stepped inside and looked around the room. It looked good, like a five-star hotel room but all she could focus on was the king-size bed in the middle. It looked like comfort, like bliss, like sleep.
“Good night, Calista,” Jaxon said softly and she turned to face him. Their eyes met and held, and if her
