Stepping into her room, Julie closed the door and leaned her back against it. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
Back then, when the door of Roman's room had opened, it had turned her pale. He had even gone to the extent of pushing her against the wall, and it had frightened her. But she hadn't expected Roman actually to walk her until her Dormitorium, and now that he did, she wondered what had changed his mind.
"Everything is okay," whispered Julie to herself.
She had escaped Roman Moltenore's wrath and had delivered Eleanor's letter. Pushing herself, she walked to her bed and sat down. Picking up the letter placed at the window, she noticed her letter had not been picked. Putting it back at its place, she laid on her side with her back facing the window.
She remembered the little brush of Roman's finger on her wrist, and it had created a jolt in her body. She quickly shook her head.
