Ignoring the throbbing pain in her wrists, she stepped out of her room the second she was done changing out of her rumpled clothes, with her bag in her hand as she headed back upstairs to her new living quarters.
She was still livid about what Rane had done. The thought of his tongue against her skin made her want to go back and beat him to a pulp, but regardless, the first thing she wanted to do was take a bath—a long one.
Walking quickly, she headed straight to Cain's floor, up the stairs and past the many guards that lined the hallways. The one thing they had in common, apart from the black uniforms they wore, was their light brown eyes and their huge statures, which made her look small even as she walked past them.
Still, they were the least of her concerns, even though she noticed how they seemed to have doubled, but she didn't think too much about it as she headed into Cain's room and straight past her door.
