Khason
The sounds of music and the roar of conversation from downstairs rumbled up through the floor, making the window rattle in its frame. Beyond that, there was a near constant, high pitched whining noise, likely from some part of the decrepit bar that had begun a very dramatic death.
I listened to the cacophony, sleep miles away.
“Are you asleep?” Ivy whispered.
“Mmm-hmm. I was lulled by the sounds of drunken debauchery and the very building falling down around us. I’m not surprised you can’t hear my snoring over the racket.”
She exhaled. “You could just say yes or no, you know.”
“Most people can't actually answer 'yes' to that particular question, babe.”
After another moment, she rolled onto her back, nearly ejecting me from the lumpy bed, and then she faced me. Her eyes were b
