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I turn back to Paige, who hangs by the door, watching me and waiting to see if I need her.
I do need her. I need her to confirm something for me.
“Is this Hunter’s room?”
“Yes, dear.”
Oh. My. God.
No.
Shit.
Fuck. No.
Damn it, and damn him.
He put me in his room? But why wouldn’t he? Why the hell did I think I’d get my own room if I’m marrying this man in a little over five weeks from now?
God, this is a nightmare, and I feel utterly foolish that I never thought about this. Not even once.
Why didn’t I?
“Is everything okay?” Paige asks on seeing my obvious discomfort.
What should I say to her when the answer is no? Everything is absolutely not okay.
“Um… yes. It’s fine.” I nod and smile even though I’ve just died a little bit more inside.
“Wonderful. Well, get used to the place and call me when you need me. Lunch will be ready in an hour.”
“That’s perfect.” I sound like a robot, programmed to be nice.
Paige gives me a little smile then leaves.
I stand there for a minute and stare at the empty spot where she stood, my gaze getting lost in the black herringbone pattern of the lacquered flooring.
Turning slowly, I face the bed.
One bed. His bed. This is where he sleeps at night and where I’ll be sleeping.
The realization makes my appreciation for Hunter’s lovely home and staff recede to nothingness in my mind. And suddenly I feel like an animal who didn’t know it was being fed and prepped for slaughter until the knife sliced off its head.
Panic sends me over to the wardrobe. I open it and look at his clothes, then I go into the walk-in closet and my lungs lock when I find all my things already hanging there.
I pull out the drawers, and there are more things. The stuff that would have been delivered during the week.
It’s like I’ve already been living here.
My God.
I am so not ready for this.
Chapter 8
Luna
I’m going to ask for my own room.
