"Does this mean you won't teach me to read?" Rose questioned, her voice filled with disappointment.
"No. I will think of another price since there isn't anything that can be done about the bed. I will let you settle in. Excuse me," Zayne said, turning around to exit the room.
Rose flinched when the door closed. "Did I upset him?" She wondered.
It was such a simple request but Zayne had never been in her shoes to understand why she slept the way that she did.
Rose inspected the large drawers that were on both sides of the door. If she could push the two of them to block the door every night so she could hear when an intruder was struggling to get in, then she could sleep on the bed.
There was only one concern.
There was a space outside of the bedroom which seemed to overlook somewhere. What if someone were desperate enough to climb up there? She had seen many do desperate things to get inside the brothel.
"I am hopeless," Rose muttered.
