Chapter 17: The Locked Door
POV: Eryx Voltaire
Sleep was not coming.
I lay on my back in the dark, staring at the ceiling that I could not see. The candles had burned out hours ago, the storm was still screaming and raging. The wind had found every gap in the old building's bones and was whistling through them like a living thing.
But it was not the storm that kept me awake.
It was her. On the other side of the wall. Curled up in her bed, wrapped in my jacket. I had watched her pull it tighter around her shoulders before she went to her room. I had watched her pause at her door, her hand on the handle, like she was waiting for me to say something. I had said nothing. The moment had stretched for a little moment before she closed the door behind her.
Now I was lying here, replaying th
