The sun had barely risen when I stood up that morning and strode into my father's study, Janet at my side.
My newfound strength surged through my veins, every sensation heightened to an almost painful degree. The soft rustle of fabric as I moved, the scent of old books and leather that permeated the room, even the motes of dust dancing in the early morning light – all of it assaulted my senses with an intensity I had never before experienced.
After last night, I could feel…everything.
It was exactly as Janet had said it would feel…it was amazing and by far the best thing that had ever happened to me.
My father looked up from his desk when he noticed our presence, his brows furrowing at our sudden appearance. "Oak? What is the meaning of this? And why are you in the company of our gue
