I can’t contain my chuckle as Creed grunts to let him go, and Kyzen laughs as he and Amick fall in line behind us.
A short distance through the kitchen, we come up on a small hallway, and Riven lets me go so he can plaster his back to the single door. The four of us sit here and stare at him and the mischievous smirk that keeps spreading across his face.
“Trumpet noises, please.”
We all continue to stare, and he groans, then makes the noise himself.
“I give you our orgy—I mean bedroom.”
He swings the door wide, and curiosity gets the best of me. I shove right past him to get a look first but freeze as soon as I’m a few feet in.
First of all, I’ve never seen a bed so big in my life. It’s absolutely enormous and won’t have a problem fitting all of us withwiggleroom.
Second, it looks insanely similar to my bedroom.
With only a few minor tweaks.
The walls are the dark green that I absolutely love, but there are no windows. Not on the walls anyway.
My chin tilts up, searching for the source of all the natural light, and my jaw drops.
The ceiling is all glass.
We’ll be staring at the clouds or stars anytime we lie down.
With a wave of Riven’s hand, the tint to the glass suddenly darkens. Not completely, but enough it’s not blindingly bright anymore.
The others pile in as well, with much less enthusiasm than I had, but their eyes map it out all the same. Their gazes linger longer on the bed than I allowed mine to, but judging by their shifting, at least Kyzen’s shifting, his mind is wandering right where mine did.
I take a few unsure steps in, taking note of the two closed doors that Amick’s heading toward.
Crackling pierces my ears and I spin around, finding a fireplace that looks just like the one in our living room. My gaze continues to climb to the mantel and an ungodly snort tumbles out of me.
I slap both my hands over my mouth, then race over there.
The slip of a sound rolls right into a belly-gripping laugh as my fingers trace over the chiseled stone head statue of Riven himself.
Each one I move to, my laughing gets harder.
He had one made for each of us.
“I assume by all that cackling, you like it?”
I whirl around, wiping the tickled tears from my eyes.
“I do. You did amazing, Riven. How in the realm is this possible?”
He doesn’t answer me. A giggle slips through his lips at the sound of Amick barking his name.
“Well, I hope you all enjoy semi-small showers because that’s what we have. His hot spring takes up the majority of the bathroom. I assume the closet has shrunk as well?”
Amick doesn’t give him a chance to answer as he marches to the other closed door.
“You did not?” I laugh as I race across the room.
He sure as shit did.
The shower is still a good size. It even has a bench in it, but it’s smaller than the one in Amick’s room. The hot spring, on the other hand, is huge. It’s big enough for all of us to fit in there together.
