Zoe Pierce sniffed the air.
She could still smell the bitter orange scent in the room. It wasn't overpowering, but it was distinct enough for her to catch.
It silently occupied the space.
She sat leaning against the headboard of the pristine bed, her eyes glancing toward the door.
'I don't believe Aaron Xavier would just leave like that.'
Sure enough, it wasn't long before an arm pushed the door open.
It was Aaron Xavier.
He had changed into a set of dark green pajamas, the same as Zoe's—a short-sleeved shirt with knee-length shorts. He slowly closed the door behind him.
Zoe tensed up instinctively.
Aaron's hand rested on the door, and he didn't immediately walk over.
Instead, he stood where he was, looking at the woman leaning against the soft, large bed, and asked in a low voice, "Zoe, can I stay here tonight?"
Zoe froze.
"What do you mean?"
Aaron's gaze flickered to the Imperial Concubine Couch in the room. "If you're really scared, I'll sleep there."
