I wake up warm.
For a moment, I don’t remember where I am. The blankets are soft, the room is quiet, and there’s a faint scent of pine on the pillow beside me. My hand brushes the mattress where Kael slept last night.
It’s empty.
Of course it is.
What does he even do all day? Avoid me?
I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. The room feels colder without him in it, which annoys me more than it should. I think I might have a bad case of Stockholm syndrome.
A knock sounds at the door.
Before I can answer, Kiana bursts in like a glitter bomb of energy. Why does she always bust up in here before I tell her she can come in? What if I was butt ass naked or something?
Luckily, I'm not.
“Good morning, sunshine!” she chirps.
Talon follows behind her, quieter, taller, and definitely less spark
