In the center, was a wide bed, big enough for three or four.
The frame was pale polished wood shaped like spreading branches; the mattress was layered in soft green and cream linens, piled with pillows stuffed with cloud-cotton and flower petals.
A single sheer canopy of gossamer hung above it, drifting in the slight breeze from an open skylight.
Roselyn released my arm and hopped onto the bed first, landing on her knees with a bounce that made her breasts jiggle under the crop top.
She patted the space beside her eagerly.
"Come on, winner. Let's get down and dirty."
Isabelle climbed up more carefully, kneeling at the edge, hands folded in her lap like she was still processing everything.
Wait, did she run too? How did she get here so fast? Was she more eager for this than I thought?
Claire and Clay settled on the far side—quiet, watchful, violet hair spilling over their shoulders.
