I wake to a bright mid-day sun coming through the windows. How did I end up back in Kael’s bedroom? I look down at my clothing.
He changed me into one of his shirts.
I still try to convince myself that last night’s events had to be a dream. Hesitantly, I bring my fingers up to the side of my neck, and sure enough, I feel the raised scarring in the shape of his fangs. I can faintly catch a hint of his scent emanating from it. I wouldn’t describe it as pine anymore. It just smells like… him.
The familiar feeling of being back in Kael’s bed warms me. Such a stark difference from the sensations of fear and entrapment that this room used to make me feel not too long ago.
I look at the clock, and it says 1:14. I still don’t get up. I’m still tired, and if I'm being honest, I’m afraid of what
