There was a gigantic window and two entrances, one to what seemed like a balcony with a glass railing, giving the house that modern touch, and the other to an empty walk-in closet that connected to a bathroom with a big bathtub and a cobblestone wall.
The room, again, was mostly bare. The majestic four-poster bed and beautiful wood dresser were the only things in it.
But it was still amazing that he did this all on his own.
"Wow," was all I could say. I was absolutely captivated.
"Do you want to see the other room?"
I nodded, and I had to admit I liked the vibe of the other one better.
The room was somewhat small, but it had windows everywhere, making it feel like you were living in the forest.
"I still can't believe you did all of this. You are extremely talented," I said.
Looking back at him, he looked away. I had seen him do that before. I wondered why he was suddenly not looking at me.
And then I remembered I was only wearing his shirt, a shirt that barely covered anything.
I sighed in exasperation and slapped myself on the forehead.
"Do you have any more clothes I can borrow?"
He looked at me, as if noticing that as well, and rolled his eyes at himself for forgetting.
"Of course. Why don't you take a bath? That is mostly why I brought you here anyway."
"Mostly?" I asked, and he walked out of the room and into the other one.
He came back with a pair of grey joggers, dark blue boxers, and a black hoodie with Princeton written in red letters. I made a note to ask about it later.
"I'm sorry I don't have any female underwear. I never really brought any girl here, so they didn't leave anything.."
I gasped and started waving my hands.
"Even if they did, I would never want to wear their clothes, especially their underwear," I said, outraged.
He looked at me like I had two heads.
"Why?"
Was he serious? God, he was so dense sometimes.
"What would you do if you stayed at my house and I gave you the clothes of some guy I slept with?"
I tried to make him understand, but instead, he got angry.
"I would probably track the jerk with the remaining scent and then I'd kill him," he mumbled.
I pretended I didn't hear that.
"What?"
"Nothing," he said, clearing his throat, taking a deep breath as he strolled out of the room and headed downstairs.
"I'll make you some food. Feel free to use everything you need."
I smiled. Never before had I thought jealousy was cute. But he made it adorable, everything about him, even the bad parts I liked, and that scared me.
I walked to the bathroom and took off Harlan's shirt, which I then carefully folded and placed on the bathroom counter, and started filling the tub with warm water.
I then examined myself in the mirror, looking for any sign of the horrible scratches and bites I'd felt before. Only the old ones remained, having turned into keloid scars.
The images from my attack flashed into my mind and I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down as I gently massaged one shoulder and then...
As I started massaging my left shoulder, I felt it. The smallest, yet most meaningful scar I had gotten. The mating mark.
I could see it when I turned around and moved my hair out of the way.
It wasn't like the other bite, the one that changed me, this one was only four small dots.
I hated the other scars and the memories they brought me, but this one, this one I loved for some reason.
It felt different.
Felt more special.
I thought back to that scene I witnessed when my soul left my body for the first time. That intimate moment where Damien saw Selene hurt and he bit her and she bit him...
Harlan was a jerk to me then, and I couldn't really ask, but now... I was sure I'd get an answer.
As I said before, I had so many questions.
But as I stepped into the warm bath and felt my muscles relax, I realized something:
I was happier and more content than I'd ever been.
Even after having suffered an attack.
Even after everything that had been happening.
I realized then,
I would be okay.