Reinette did not even bother with further objection to her current situation. Jack was quite obviously stronger than her and clearly held the upper hand.

And her.

Settled on the edge of Jack's bed, Reinette precisely crossed one ankle of the other and tried to regain as much of her dignity was physically possible.

Glancing about she took Jack's bedroom in. Neat and precise, there were occasional flashes of the man draped across a chair or door handle. The room was flooded with the same lovely light from downstairs.

It was s stark contrast to the room she currently used downstairs.

But Jack smiled, and a weight on her chest lifted. Reinette matched him.

"It seems suitable, with everything that is required. Bed," she acknowledged. "Window. Door."


It was good, to see him like this.

"And Jack."