Charlie
The room felt colder the moment Apollo left.
It was ridiculous. The fire was still going, soft pops and flickers warming the stone hearth like nothing had changed. Griffin was snoring under a heavy wool blanket in the chair across from me, his head tipped back at an uncomfortable angle, one boot barely clinging to his foot. Somewhere downstairs, I was pretty sure Noah was pacing the halls like a caged wolf, pretending he wasn’t worried.
But none of that mattered.
Because as soon as the door clicked shut behind Apollo, something inside me unraveled. Like an invisible tether had been cut—one I hadn’t even realized was holding me together.
I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders, tucking my knees to my chest. The fabric was soft, heavy, comforting. It smelled faintly of
