Chapter Six: Somnophilia"What- what are you doing, daddy?" Her voice is lovely even from afar, sleep-laden and adorably confused. She has not realized the trouble she is in yet, but she is about to.
Jasper is sitting by the window, looking out directly into the cabin. The lights in his home are closed and the wind is in his favor again, blowing east-wards towards him, bringing his scent away from the house that he is staring at voyeuristically.
He does not bother closing his window blinds, knowing that the dark is enough to shield him.
Oliver has not cared doing anything of the sort, keeping the fire burning bright in his cabin. He has the windows open as well, daring man that he is. It is almost as though the man is actively challenging him, flaunting what he has. From his room, Jasper
