When we finally pulled up to the mansion, I felt my body go rigid with a familiar dread, but the moment the heavy doors opened to the new suite, my breath hitched in a way I didn't expect. Unlike the cold, iron-clad feeling of the rest of the estate, the room Luther had prepared didn't feel like a cage at all. It felt, against all my better judgment, surprisingly safe. I stood in the doorway for a long moment, just soaking in the atmosphere.
He had clearly spent an obscene amount of effort on the layout. I could see the glint of high-end medical equipment, the monitors and the IV stands that were now a necessary part of my life, but they were placed so methodically that they felt almost invisible. One piece was tucked behind a beautiful hand-painted screen, and another was nestled into a
