Turning a corner, Silas paused in front of a dark stained wooden door. “This room you won’t go into without me,” he said, but his tone was gentle, not at all warning her against going inside. “I prefer to feed in private, and I don’t want you to feel nervous or like something more is expected of you, so I don’t often feed in my bedroom. This room has one purpose only.” Heat flamed her cheeks and her knees suddenly wobbled.
