Chapter 9: Sharing the same room

Dessy

Brows knitted, staring at the wall. My sigh prevailed against the silence of the yellow light of the chandelier and figurines candles all around. Lots of questions dancing in my memory; about being mated to Adam, incase that's true, about my training, about what is said I must face.

My eyes flickered on the gray floor, writing the question on my mind, what is behind of all of this? My fingers tap soundlessly on the bed, slowly. But all the contents of my mind vanished when a scented cloth hit my face.

My eyes shut for a moment. I opened it with fucos on my lap. There is a T-shirt and men's shorts on top of it. Adam's voice popped up, "There are zero feminine clothes here in my house, so you have no choice but to wear my clothes."

I glared at him.

He raised his brows as if he was sending me the word, I am choiceless.

And that's it. He's right, I have no choice. I can't even change my clothes. I was still wearing my uniform, but my brows were knitted and the words that came out of