Raven’s POV
I woke up with the strange feeling that something was wrong before I even opened my eyes, the bed too quiet, the air too still, and when I reached out instinctively and found only empty sheets beside me, my chest tightened like I had missed something important.
“Bailey,” I called, my voice rough with sleep.
No answer.
I sat up, scanning the room, half expecting her to be curled up somewhere with a book or standing by the window like she did sometimes when she thought too much, but the room was empty, her scent faint but moving away, not settled.
“Bailey,” I called again, louder this time, already on my feet.
I pulled on my clothes quickly and stepped into the hall, following the sound of her voice before I even realized I was doing it, the familiar pull guiding me through
