Fuck, Savannah. Straighten yourself out. I needed to get a hold of myself. Luther obviously thought of me as just a friend, and seeing how we were stuck together for eternity, I needed to respect his decision.

I wasn’t sure where Felix disappeared during the day. I had a feeling it had something to do with the locked room, but both Luther and Theo refused to share any information.

Luther stopped me from knocking on its door once. “Let it be, Savannah. Felix has his secrets. We don’t get many in here. You have to let it go,” he warned me.

Theo would pass me a drink, his crooked smile spelling out all kinds of trouble. “Don’t worry about it, sweet girl. What he does has no bearing on us.” These conversations usually ended with me taking my clothes off, and Theo stripping out of his jeans. The hooch probably helped.

Even though I couldn’t find Felix in the daytime, nights were a different story altogether. Sometimes, Felix would drag me willingly into his room. And sometimes, Theo would join us. These nights always left me longing for more. Even though I had Felix at night, I wanted to see the real him. The person he became in the daylight.

Some nights I spent alone, in the last bedroom in the hall I had claimed as my own. The room was completely green when I first took up residence. Green walls, green bedding, and green curtains framed the window looking out over the green garden. Luckily, I had found piles of fabric while pillaging the storeroom–silky pinks and purples, whites in the lightest of muslin, blood red velvets that matched the chairs. Amongst the fabric was an old sewing kit, and after I opened it, I danced the entire way upstairs.

I wasn’t an expert seamstress by any means, but one wasn’t a pro thrifter if they didn’t know how to sew a fair bit. It took longer than I expected it to, but eventually I finished sewing new drapes to hang, lightening the windows with the whitest of whites. Pink bed sheets replaced the avocado green, along with matching pillowcases. I sat on the floor sewing the last pillowcase when the needle slipped, stabbing my finger in the process. Blood welled up, staining the edges of the pale fabric.

“Fucking hell,” I cursed.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Felix poked his head into the room.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, shoving the injured finger in my mouth before the blood could soak any more of the fabric. “Workplace hazard.”

I smiled, and asked him why he was in my room, but Felix only shook his head in response. Then he held up a finger. “One second.” He hurried out the door, and I waited on the floor, nursing my wound. Figures, Felix finally joined me in the middle of the day, only to run away the moment I said anything.