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Tiara agreed with Enzo's decision, her voice calm and firm. "No more arguments, and I'll sleep," she said, turning on her heel to head up the stairs. She wasn't in the mood to argue anymore; her body ached, and her head felt heavy. She needed rest, and sleep seemed like the only answer.
Without another word, Tiara ascended the stairs, her steps quiet but deliberate. She didn't bother checking if Enzo followed; she already knew he would. Enzo always seemed to be one step behind her, silently observing, his intense presence ever lingering.
As Tiara reached the top of the stairs, she paused, taking in her surroundings. Three doors stretched out in front of her: the one in the middle where she had been staying and two others on either side. Guest rooms, she assumed.
