Chapter SixMora stretched on her side. She looked up at the window hearing the birds chirp loudly. She touched her side to feel David next to her. She smiled and moved closer into his warmth. Mora leaned her head into his neck. She touched his hand causing him to wake up. He groaned and held her hand.
“Good morning, Mora,” he said in a deep husky voice.
She beamed and pushed her body up against him, “good morning to you too.”
He stroked her hair lazily then suddenly remembered what happened last night. David paused and balled his fist remembering the death of Annalise. He would never forgive himself if anything happened to Mora or anyone else, he knew. The banshee taunted his dreams with endless riddles and imagery of the past. He was divided on his own stance of selling his soul to liv
