Dorian kicked a door closed behind them, then set her on her feet.
"Just breathe," he said again�refrain of the hour. "The feeling will pass."
She did as he asked, and the new room slowly sharpened into focus.
The master bedroom.
It was massive and imposing, with deep red walls, dark wood paneling, and gorgeous hardwood floors covered in Turkish rugs. Ornate tapestries hung over the windows, and every piece of furniture looked as if it belonged in some ancient British castle rather than in a mansion in Upstate New York.
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