IRIS.
The vegetal aroma of strong green tea wafted into my nostrils, rousing me out of my sleep. I heard a metal scrape and the sound of thick fabric swishing. My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I did was stretch out my hand towards the other side of the bed. It was empty. I turned to see that the only traces of his presence in this room at night was the dip on the pillow and the slight ruffle of the bed.
I sighed in disappointment, wishing I'd woken up to him. Well, I was asking for too much already.
I turned towards the other side to see Danika's five foot nine frame stepping away from the window.
"Good morning." She greeted in the politest tone she could muster. I guess.
"Where's Damon?"
"He left very early in the morning, ma'am."
I shifted uncomfortably in my bed, dis
