NATALIE POV.
The first thing I noticed was the cold bed.
Not the room–the room was warm enough. The bed. The part of the bed that had been warm when I fell asleep was cold now, the way a space gets when someone has been gone from it long enough that all the warmth, too, leaves.
I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling longer than I should have.
I pulled myself up and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. The lamp was off. Someone had turned it off at some point in the night—I hadn't. Which meant Sebastian had been awake while I was sleeping.
I set the glass down.
A warm weight shifted at the foot of the bed.
My dog lifted her tiny head and looked at me with the specific expression of accusation and adoration before standing, turning in a full circle for no rea
