FIA
The sentinel at the door looked me up and down, then quickly averted his gaze.
My stomach twisted. Was it that bad? I pulled the robe tighter around myself, suddenly very aware of how little the nightgown covered. The fabric felt thinner than it had in my room, and the hallway seemed colder.
"I'm here to see Cian," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The sentinel nodded without meeting my eyes. He reached for the door and pushed it open. "You can go in."
"Thank you," I murmured, but he'd already looked away again.
I stepped inside and heard the door click shut behind me. The lounge area stretched before me, all dark wood and leather furniture. Everything was meticulously arranged. Not a cushion out of place. Not a single object that didn't serve a purpose.
It was exactly what I'd expected from Cian.
