The guest room they shove her into smells like every inch of this house is trying to remind Heidi she doesn't belong here. It pisses Darien off more than he wants to admit. The maids had run ahead of them, rushing with fresh sheets and pillows like they were preparing a room for royalty. But now that Heidi's sitting there on the bed, small, shaken, and trying so hard not to fall apart — the space feels too big. Too white and too soft for someone who's been living in a cell for hours.
Morgan sits beside her on the bed. He's hovering around her in that annoying Morgan way. Grayson stands by the window, arms crossed, wolf simmering so close to the surface that Darien can practically hear its breathing. And Darien himself? He's pacing quietly which is nothing like the chaos happening inside his head.
