The sun was beginning to shine through the window when Arabella opened her eyes that morning. Her mind was murky, like a lightning storm that brewed and simmered, never to release its secrets. She knew that there was something to remember, something important, but the more she tried to claw it towards the front of her mind, the more it would trickle away from her just as quickly. Frustrated with herself, she finally recalled where she had been last night – or rather, who she’d been with last night: Lorcan.
He was not beside her anymore, instead, in the cold space next to her lay a small piece of parchment. She reached over to pick it up, opening it quickly.
Ari,
I didn’t want to wake you this morning, you looked like you needed the rest. I wish I could have stayed until you awoke, but I
