6
Lianna
Crunch. Crunch.
Odd noises wakes me up from my rest. Opening my eyes, I see that I’m cuddled into Maxon’s shoulder. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. I blink hard, trying to shake the drowse out of my head. Clearly, Maxon’s here and resting. So what’s the noise all about?
Crunch. Crunch.
Rolling over, I find a small rock face peering at me over the mattress. It’s Tiny.
“What’s up?” I whisper.
Tiny lets out a low shh noise.
I nod.
With hobbling steps, Tiny lurches toward the bedroom door. I slip out of bed, careful not to awaken Maxon. Summoning my elemental powers, I change from a nightshirt into jeans and a T. Moving silently, I follow Tiny down the outer hallway to our living room.
Then I pause, surprised by what I see.
It’s not the room’s decor that shock
