Chapter 18: The Unspoken Things
POV: Elowen Hart
I woke up to the grey light and the sound of rain.
Not the violent rain from last night, something softer and slower. The storm was easing now, the wind had stopped howling. What was left was a quiet, steady drizzle against the windows, like the sky was finally catching its breath.
I was on the sofa with a blanket tucked around me, heavy and warm. I did not remember falling asleep. I did not remember getting the blanket. The last thing I remembered was his arms around me.
His voice in my hair. “I am done being cold.” he had said.
I sat up slowly, my neck was stiff, my robe was twisted and my hair was a total mess. The grey light through the windows was pale which shows that the storm was passing.
He was at the window.
His back was t
