I stirred from my slumber, gradually waking to the soft, golden rays of morning sunlight that filtered through the curtains. My eyelids were heavy as I tried to shake off the remnants of sleep. Something felt different today. The bed was oddly empty, and the room was bathed in an ethereal morning glow. Panic briefly gripped me as I wondered where Abaddon was, but a quick survey of the room eased my fears.
"Abaddon?" I called out, my voice barely more than a whisper.
The bedroom floor whispered beneath his steps as he moved past the central wall, which separated the sleeping quarters from a cozy seating area complete with a flat-screen television and a fireplace boasting a stunning 360-degree view. There, he leaned casually, dressed in nothing more than a pair of pajama bottoms, his rav
