Chapter 55. Don’t Give Up On Us

He seems all too focused on where we’re going and no longer on me. His mood is still weird, and now he’s making me feel the same way. Sort of sad, depressed, and a bit testy and unsociable.

“Here, this door on the right. This used to be Taryn’s room, but she mated up and now lives with Franko, her mate, on the third floor. The room’s all yours.” Colton steps in front of a large dark wood door tucked into a tiny alcove in an airy part of the hall that widens out. He motions for my hand when he slides it into the machine using a keycard.

“Hand here, and it’ll save your print for future use. No card or key necessary.” He throws me a warm quick-lipped smile, takes my wrist, lifts my hand, and holds it on the smooth black panel, pressing in digits, and then yanks the card out before it flashes red and beeps. He lets my hand go quickly, as though he doesn’t want to be here holding it anymore, and I can sense his urgency in wanting to leave. It brings me down with a thud and an