Brant
My head was pounding—damn, it hurt. I knew I drank last night… maybe just a little too much. Ghost... did Ghost take over while I was asleep beside Marirose?
I opened my eyes—and there she was.
Sable.
Damn it, Ghost.
She was still asleep, breathing softly—close enough that I could feel the rhythm of it. Her face was calm, peaceful. For the first time, I noticed just how beautiful she really was. And for a second, I couldn’t stop staring. There was something in her features—something quiet but fierce. Strangely, something about her reminded me of my stepsisters.
I shifted slightly, and that’s when I realized her legs were draped over mine. Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep.
We stared at each other in silence for a moment.
“So you’re awake?” she said, her voice low
