As if Dorian shared the same thoughts about the reality of our situation, he climbed out of bed and pointed to a stack of neatly folded clothes. “I…read up on some research while you slept. Humans require a routine, so I will wait here while you freshen up. I had Jenkins deliver some toiletry items to the bathroom.”
Picking up the clothing, I bowed my head and shut the bathroom door behind me. It looked the same as the one in my room, except for a larger shower that had a bench.
I removed my clothes, startled by the sight of myself in the mirror. My curls were unruly, a heap of spirals and frizz that made me look like a cartoon character the way my hair seemed to swallow my frail body.
My golden eyes still had remnants of sleep coating them, a sign of how well I slept despite my nightm
