Fiore stirred awake, the empty space beside her instantly noticeable. Lance was gone again. It was becoming a pattern now—waking up alone, wondering where he vanished to every morning. The thought lingered in her mind as she lay there, staring at the vacant side of the bed. Where does he go? She wondered, but quickly shook the idea away. It doesn’t matter.
Before she could dwell on it further, a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. Groggy and still tangled in the sheets, she swung her legs out of bed and shuffled to answer it.
"Ion," she greeted as she opened the door, blinking away the remnants of sleep.
"Come," was all he said, his tone direct and purposeful as ever. Fiore hesitated for a brief second, staring at him in confusion. There was no room for small talk with Ion. It w
