PIPER
I'm so focused on putting one foot in front of the other—without fainting from hunger and shock—that I don't realize where I'm standing until Timofey is rifling through a set of drawers in front of me and I'm next to the biggest bed I've ever seen.
"Wait." I spin around, eying the dark curtains, the warm golden floors, and the plush rug. I do my best not to look at the bed, but even in my peripherals, I can tell the duvet is luxurious and there is no shortage of pillows. "Is this your bedroom?"
"You showed me yours. It's only fair I show you mine."
"Since when do you care about fairness?" A large painting hangs above the bed. It's a smattering of abstract red flowers. Paint flows down from the petals in thick drips. It looks like blood. "Also, you broke into my room. I didn't 'show you' anything."
