Aya’s POV
There was a small clock on top of the nightstand. And.. it won't stop ticking. Is it just me or am I being oversensitive with light sounds?
I reallyyy cannot sleep!
Every time I tried to relax into the soft pillows, my mind would race back to Johanis sleeping on the hard floor just beyond that door – to the way he’d brushed off my question so easily, to the cold wind that had swept in like a guardian keeping secrets locked away. The quilt felt too warm, too heavy over me, and after what must have been an hour of twisting and turning, I finally gave up. Why would I bother making myself miserable, right?
Quietly, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and padded barefoot toward the door. My hand was just reaching for the doorknob when his voice came through the wood – low, ca
