As I slowly stirred from my slumber, the weight of exhaustion still clung to my limbs like a heavy cloak. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, my gaze fell upon a pair of eyes, piercing and cold, staring back at me. At first, I thought it was my twin children, Kensley and Zen, but those eyes were different—bigger, softer, yet carrying an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
"Wesley, what are you doing in my bedroom?" I exclaimed, hastily pulling the duvet to cover myself, a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
"I'm sorry I scared you," Wesley's voice softened, his eyes losing some of their icy edge. "I called the house and was told you were asleep. When I called again, and you were still asleep, with a 'do not disturb' sign on your door, I knew I had to come over."
