The adjoining room was hers for the trip.
A smaller second bedroom inside Marcus's Infinity Chaos suite, claimed by his staff the night they arrived and turned into whatever passed for her space — a bed dressed in Heavenchild-crested linen no one would ever sleep in, an armchair facing a window she had learned not to look through, a writing desk stocked with the tools of her service, and a small kitchenette along the far wall.
A full-length mirror stood opposite the bed. She used it because centuries had beaten into her the habit of checking her projection before every summons, even in rooms she would leave behind in a week.
She did not think of it as hers.
She thought of it as the place she waited between being needed.
She entered now, cheek still warm from the slap, sat there for a few breathes before she went out again and began preparing the food.
