~Kael~
The sheets were warm, the air still. I blinked up at the ceiling, then pushed myself upright and reached for my phone.
7:03 p.m.
I’d slept far longer than I meant to. Again.
I knew it was because of Lyra—her presence alone had calmed even Adam, who usually clawed through my nerves at the first sign of restlessness.
A small note rested on the nightstand, written in that tidy script of hers.
Lyra: Went ahead to the wedding. You were catching up on sleep again. If you’re up before 2 p.m., food’s in the fridge. Just reheat it. And don’t skip meals.
I rolled off the bed and stepped into the hallway, barefoot. The house was dim, wrapped in a low, golden hush. I made my way to the kitchen.
There it was—an entire spread in the fridge. Neatly covered. Cold, but still waiting for me.
