"rose-colored stuff. The shit was everywhere, from the rug and the drapes, to the wallpaper and the sheets, and Xcor's scent was all over the place. Clearly, this was his private room--and there was some serious satisfaction that the fucker had had to crash in this estrogen-dominated nightmare. Like sleeping in a goddamn womb. Rhage shuddered as he walked out into the hall. "Wonder if he's been suffering from a phantom urge to wear high heels."