CHAPTER 10: THE WARDROBE ROOM
ELODIE'S POV
A few minutes later, I find myself inside his room, following the subtle curl of his fingers as he gestures for me to come along. His voice carries with it a casual weight, a command I cannot ignore, and though my pulse quickens in my veins, I obey. He heads toward the wardrobe, the large polished doors concealing what I assume is nothing more than stacks of clothes folded away neatly, forgotten by time. My heart flutters with the fleeting belief that perhaps he has something hidden there—something he intends to gift me.
I trail behind him, each step measured, until I stop before the door that leads into the smaller, enclosed wardrobe room. He pauses, hand on the handle, and then swings it open, his gaze flickering briefly to mine. His other h
