Regent found her room, then shut the door. It was small, old-fashioned, with wood paneling on the walls.
Apparently not. Room it is, then.
The furniture was limited to a twin-sized bed, a vanity with a mirror, candles and cosmetics littering the top, a bookshelf and a combination computer desk and dresser with a computer and a printer perched on top. The wall behind the pictures showed Shadow Stalker with a redheaded girl. There were a lot of photos with them laughing. Emma?
Not a bad room.
“Emma?” he asked. That slight alteration in her heartbeat and her breathing told him he was right.
Seems they’re pretty damn close. I mean, we kinda knew that already, but I wasn’t expecting pictures in her room. Maybe that’s just because that’s not something I ever did with my friends, though.
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