Avery’s POV
In the morning when the sun filtered in through the thick curtains and lit up small room with soft golden light. Sweet but the heat in my palms distracted me from the never ending cycle on thoughts busy inside my brain.
Noah was by the window looking for movement in the treeline, he hadn't said much since we got here last night but the mere fact that he was there put me a little more at ease even as the edge of sanity started to get gnawed open.
“Trouble?” I sounded, my voice piercing what little silence there was.
“Nope – but again, not in the morning. Still it does not stop it from arriving.
I swallowed hard and looked at the opaque in my mug “Do you think they are already hunting her?”
“Never did,” Noah said eventually turning to me. But his eyes were so very tired “Li
