I wake up to silence.
For a moment, I don't move.
The ceiling above me is dark wood. The air smells like leather and smoke and something metallic underneath it. The sheets are cool against my skin.
I remember where I am before I open my eyes fully.
Munro's room.
The chair in the corner.
His promise.
"I'll stay until you fall asleep."
He hadn't touched the bed.
Hadn't even come close to it. Just dragged the heavy wooden chair away from the desk and sat there like something carved from stone.
Guarding.
Watching.
I remember the shape of him in the dim light. The way his elbows rested on his knees. The way I fought sleep just to feel him there longer.
I turn my head.
The chair is empty.
Of course it is.
I knew it would be.
Munro don't linger into morning.
He feels like the
