Apollo
Leaving her felt wrong.
Charlie sat up in bed, still swaddled in blankets, her green eyes shadowed with fatigue but bright enough to make my chest ache. Her sweater was too big for her—swallowed her shoulders and hung loose at the wrists—but somehow it suited her. Delicate. Resilient.
She looked up at me as I stood in the doorway, and for a moment, I forgot how to speak.
“I’ll only be gone a few days,” I said finally, stepping inside.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded. “More Alpha business?”
Something like that.
“Cyrus and I are tracking something down,” I said. “Griffin’s staying here with you and Noah.”
Griffin raised a hand from his place near the hearth, already half-dozing with a book on his chest. “Try not to get cursed,” he said, not opening his eyes.
