I didn't expect to see Creed first thing in the morning.
After his odd behavior last night and Keelan's somewhat disappearance, I went straight back to bed. Despite the unwavering battle between my heart and mind, I willed myself to sleep, determined to get enough rest for tomorrow. Somehow, I knew that I would need it. Creed's presence punctuated my concern.
"Morning. May I come in?" Creed asked in a clipped tone. He didn't wait for my answer and instead barrelled his way into the room. He locked the door behind him and went towards the kitchen island, where he dumped the contents of the bag I had only realized he was carrying.
"Food. Breakfast. For you and Tiffa," Creed gestured at the haphazardly placed food on the island.
I looked at him cautiously and moved to the far side of the
