Phei had not expected the Goddess's suite to strike him quite so cleanly.
Emily had only told him it was the closest thing the hotel had to a penthouse. Since the Goddess had refused an actual penthouse when Phei offered before they arrived here, with all the serene stubbornness of someone who could probably argue with fate and make fate apologise first,
Phei had given her this instead. Sight unseen like blind trust; a dangerous habit, generally, but Emily had earned the rare privilege of not making him regret it.
Standing inside the suite now, he found the choice oddly satisfying.
It suited her.
That was the strange pleasure of it. He had chosen blindly for a woman who had already told him no, and somehow the room had landed in the exact way she would have chosen for herself.
'Quiet ruinous elegance.'
Expensive without screaming and beautiful without begging.
