Chapter 160

Garrett

“This is your quarters.”

The guest room door creaks open to reveal pale gray walls and a four-poster bed draped with sheer fabric. Cassie’s nose wrinkles. She must have inhaled the smell of lavender linen spray—her favorite. We bought one of those cheap sprays at the Dollar Store, and I’ve kept it. They don’t expire, right?

“Lovely scent,” she says quietly, staring at the door leading to a