The nightstand. Every sanctum configuration I'd ever built included a nightstand with a drawer. I'd furnished this particular version with Addison in mind, and right now the drawer contained exactly one item that I'd placed there during the design phase because some part of my brain apparently operates on a level of foresight that my conscious mind refuses to acknowledge.
I reached over and pulled the drawer open. Inside sat a strip of black silk, folded once. A blindfold.
Addison saw it and her entire body went still. Not tense. Not afraid. Still in the way a hunting animal goes still when it spots prey, every muscle engaged and waiting with absolute focus on the object in my hand.
"Where did that come from."
"I put it here."
"You put a blindfold in a drawer in your sex dimension before you knew I was coming tonight."
"I put a blindfold in a drawer because I built this room for you."
