Kinsley's P.O.V
Stirring awake, it took me a few hazy moments to remember I had slept in Kole's room last night. His scent was heavy in the room, but on the bed, it was weaker. As if he didn't sleep in the bed last night. Part of me wished he had, the part that yearned to be held like a fragile thing that could slip away at any moment.
Focusing on the more daunting tasks, I needed to figure out what the f**k the Hollow is. If I had the energy last night, I would've already been well on my way to figuring it out right now.
Stretching out my limbs as I sat up from the bed, my thoughts were running rampant: One question at the forefront of my mind. How the f**k did a masquerade party turn into a rogue attack? And seven of them? If Kole wasn't with me, I'd have been alone. In other words,
