I wasn't surprised to find that I woke up in Zanthus' bed alone.
I had been moved so that I laid on the opposite side that Zanthus slept on, and the blankets were tucked under my chin. I sighed as I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes as I looked around the room. I half expected Zanthus to be sitting somewhere in the room, but he wasn't. It was definitely vacant.
So I decided to get up and shower. I cranked the water to hot, scrubbing my skin and hair until I was content, before I got dressed into a pair of jeans and a sweater. I blow dried my curls before I threw them up into a messy bun. My scars were fully exposed, and I debated for a moment on taking my hair out. I decided not to; they were nothing to be ashamed of.
I galloped down the stairs, anxious for a cup of coffee. L
