As soon as I was under the blanket, my body turned off. I closed my sore eyes and fell asleep. As if the universe was determined to add insult to injury, my dreams were filled with images of the twins and the others I have grown to care about here in the Supernatural Realm, forgetting who I am.
When I did wake up, I didn’t feel like I had gotten much sleep at all. I blinked my eyes open to realize I was still alone in the bed. I tried smelling to see if they had come to bed at all, but my nose was still stuffed up from all the crying. The bed felt cold, even with the blanket around me. I had grown so used to their warmth around me; I didn’t like being cold. I sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I wasn’t sure what time it was or if I was ready to face my mates, assuming they we
