She knew Rion remained by himself in the living room long after she got Kerr to sleep. She had no recollection of when he finally came to bed himself, nor was she aware of when he got up and left way before first sunrise.
She was in the kitchen, savoring a cup of brolade and waiting for Kerr to awaken on his own when Chloe walked into the kitchen and poured herself some of the hot drink from the pot on top of the cooker. After taking a sip, the woman angel took a seat next to her at the table.
“Chloe, what’s going on with Rion?”
“He is healing nicely. He is obeying orders not to stretch his wings or to—”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. He’s been acting strangely these past few days.” Annie glanced over her shoulder where she could see down the hallway leading to the bedro
