Chapter Twenty-Three
Stasia felt a little bit like a thief in the night, or, well, the morning, as she snuck out of the room she and Owen had shared. He'd clung to her all night and she'd cuddled against him like he was a giant teddy bear. It was nice. Nicer than nice. Cuddling had never been a requirement in a relationship before, but with Owen she never wanted to let go.
But she didn't want to wake him when he was sleeping so peacefully. She pulled on her clothes and considered changing the bandage over the bite mark. She poked at it with two fingers to check.
It felt a bit like an old bruise, a little achy, but not super painful. It should have felt worse.
She decided to leave the bandage as it was. She didn't want to pull it away and find that she had magically healed, a sure sign
