4
Claire
There are rooms in Julian’s estate I haven’t seen. Tonight, he led me to one of them.
We didn’t speak. After the dinner, after what he did to me under that table while I smiled through orgasm, I didn’t have the strength to pretend anymore. I followed him up the stairs as I already knew where it would end.
I think part of me did.
The door was tall, black, and cold to the touch. When he opened it, I blinked, because the entire room was glass.
Not walls of it. Mirrors.
Three sides of the space were lined floor-to-ceiling in perfectly polished reflection. There was no furniture except for a wide bench against the far end and a rack of wooden swords that looked like they hadn’t been touched in years.
“What is this?” I asked, stepping inside slowly.
“Fencing room,” Julian said,
