*Kyan*
Emory is asleep. It doesn’t take long after he gets back to bed for him to fall asleep. I sit on the floor by his bed for a while, just listening to him breathing, being thankful to the Moon Goddess that my roommate is still alive. I’ve already spent a couple of hours sitting here watching him sleep, fuming. It’s around noon on Sunday. I left Stone Pack on the first train back this morning. Even that seemed like I’d waited too long, even before I knew what was going on.
As soon as I walked in and saw Emory’s face, I wanted to punch something. If I didn’t know I’m gonna need my fists soon, I probably would’ve punched a hole through the wall.
How I knew something was wrong remains a mystery to me. Despite my mother trying to convince me that Emory might be my fated mate, I still do
