Chapter 19: Wanna Be Friends?
(TYLER)
I follow Miles silently to the room he's leading me. He doesn't talk to me either. Anxiety and frustration eats at me for agreeing to marry Sasha. I hate him, and for obvious reasons, I don't trust him.
Now that I'm here I'm not sure if he'll toy with me instinctively whenever he sees fit. I know certainly that he is happy when I'm on edge like I am right now. There's nothing more I want than to leave this mansion right this second, but then again, I don't want to die.
We get to a hallway that leads into the many doors then we stop at one. Miles pushes the door and steps to the side, gesturing me to go in. I brush past him and enter, taking in the huge room before me. There's a massive king-size bed at the centre of the room. There are also huge drawers and nightstands, and to the far end is a row of thick drapes. I assume there are windows behind those drapes that look over to the patio.
"There are more rooms to choose from if you don't like this one." Miles finally says, studying me. "Sasha's room is right over there."
I scowl. "How convenient."
"But from what I heard, you two will be sharing a room after the ceremony. So, what does it matter if his room is close to yours?"
"We never agreed on sharing a room. That wasn't part of the deal." I hiss. "He keeps changing the rules and you too know it's bullshit."
Miles regards me for a few seconds, and I can't help thinking that he too thinks I'm throwing a fit over sharing a room. Don't they see why I don't want to share a room with that vile man? What if he one day wakes up and decides to kill me in my sleep?