Edward
I woke to screaming in the dead of night.
My wards weren’t active, so I knew for a fact that no one had entered the flat. That knowledge, however, did nothing to set me at ease as I flung back the blanket and donned my dressing gown to pad silently to the door, creaking it open to find the infernal shouting even louder in the sitting room.
I found Jon twisted in the white blanket I’d given him, bathed in blue moonlight from the window, his mess of black hair fallen across his forehead. He was shirtless, dressed only in the trousers he’d worn last night, and I couldn’t help but admire the pale expanse of his tensed muscles, his arms flexed as if ready for an attack. As I neared him, I observed the glimmer of sweat on his temples, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched in a
