The morning after wasn’t usually something Mikael was so keen on. This time he woke to an empty bed, much later than his internal clock would usually wake him up. He frowned, but did his routine and got dressed like every morning, then went to look for coffee.
“Huomenta, Lark,” Mikael said quietly, while reaching for the Thermos.
“Morning,” she replied, then smiled at him knowingly.
“Seen Maxim?” he asked, not bothering to comment on the look on her face.
“He went out about half an hour ago, said he wanted a jog. I saw him shift close to the forest’s edge.”
“Okay, I was going to go and play with my crossbow today, so maybe I’ll see him there.” Mikael had, indeed, been wanting to try out some of the new arrows he bought himself for his birthday, and this gave him the perfect opportunit
