When I woke, my hand instinctively reached out and found a cold spot. Jianyu had not returned. Or if he had, he had not entered my room.
I begrudgingly dragged myself out of the bed and fumbled to put on a t-shirt dress and leggings before walking to his room.
My hand hovered at the door as butterflies fluttered away in my stomach. What was I going to say?
This new, abrupt, change to my reality had my previously angered self somewhat pacified. I knew he had lied. I felt tricked into a marriage with this man, but I did not regret it. The fact that I did not regret it angered me more.
Knowing that he had some sort of power, even if it was just as a Taoist, encouraged me to think that maybe, just maybe he could withstand that Psycho's anger.
Shaking off my nerves I knocked loudly at the door and waited. Moments passed and there was still no answer, so I knocked again. When there was still no reply I tried the door and found it unlocked.
