I exhale, trying to picture the room in my mind.
But spinning has done its work. I have no bearings. I could be facing the wall. The bed. That terrifying X-shaped frame.
That’s the point.
He didn’t want me to choose. He wanted fate to choose.
So I take a step. Then another. I keep walking, arms out, breath shallow. My palms skim the air. Then.
Bump.
My knees hit something.
I reach forward. Cold iron. Then softer—mattress.
The bed.
“Great choice,” Knox murmurs—right into my ears.
I jump. “Jesus, you scared me.”
The words barely leave my mouth before he’s pushing me forward, pressing my head down onto the bed. My ass is lifted high into the air, and a sharp swat lands on my ass cheek. I yelp in surprise. Knox's voice is low and commanding behind me.
"What did I say about talking,
