(Isabella’s POV)
We arrive back at the pack house late and get Ariana settled in her room. Santiago shows me to my room next. It is right next to his.
Santiago clears his throat. “No one has a key to these rooms but you and I,” he says as he hands me a key. “Goodnight,” he says.
I smile. “Goodnight.”
The room is about the same size as Santiago’s. The color scale is gray, also like Santiago’s.
I’m not sure how he managed to have fresh bedding brought in in my favorite colors, but he did. The rug is a deep purple with gold and cream accents, a Persian-style rug. The purple matches both the sheets on the bed and the plush velvet-covered wingback style headboard with deep button tufting.
We have an adjoining bathroom. I change into my pajamas, absolutely exhausted from the day, and
