Chapter 26

Between my limited time out of the dungeon, the trip to the ballroom, and the walk to Andrew’s quarters I feel like I have a rough idea of the floor plan of the pack house, or at least enough to make it out a door with Liza and any girls she can gather. I concentrate on drawing mental maps as Andrew stops to unlock his door.

“Don’t expect a ride over the threshold,” he notes as he swings the door open for me, “You’re not my mate or my wife, but I expect you to respect her someday.” I don’t answer him but allow him to lead me inside when he places his hand on the small of my back and pushes gently.

This is more than just a room. It’s a house within a house. The entryway leads into a living room with furniture that likely costs more than my whole property, and on the far side I see a hall that leads to what looks like a bathroom, bedroom, and likely an office—there are three doors.

Andrew slips off his jacket and pulls a set of keys from his pants, throwing them in a tray by the door.