Poppy’s P.O.V
Sleep mostly eluded me. I spent most of the night looking up at the blood moon that shone above Noir and I. Noir was sleeping by my side, his face completely at peace as his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. Sleep over took me for only a few hours spent over the night. With each attempt to rest, the image of Ashton’s body burned itself in my mind. I was awoken, covered in sweat. Pain and freezing fear cursing through my veins.
I watched in silence as the full moon turned into light. The sky was painted pink and orange as the sun began to reveal itself over the horizon. By morning, the warm campfire became a broken stack of embers, twinkling black and a deep red as the smoke dissipated.
I untangled myself from Noirs arms, sitting upright and rubbing my neck in a
