After Irwin returned, he brought us to our rooms and once we entered, we noticed something odd.

There was a beautiful bed laid out on the floor. It was covered in clean silken sheets of the finest kind.

It smelled heavenly and it looked wonderfully soft. It had a beautiful design of flowers on it. The sheets were lined with pink lace and icy blue threading.

In the corner was a rather plain and unwashed bed that looked more suitable for a man half my size...a child...perhaps even a dog. It didn't even include a pillow and was hastily dropped on the floor.

Yeah, they get one more chance. If they blow it, the shooting starts.

Isabella could see me glaring at the shitty bed in rage and gently hugged my arm.

"Don't worry, my love. You'll still be sleeping next to me. I'll just throw that old rag out," she said.

She quickly rolled up the old bed and threw it out of the door. Then she closed it and cast a barrier in front of it.

Although the entire room flashed.

"Hmm...that should do the tri