When I got up the next morning, my first thought was of Kane. It had become the norm for a while now ever since he got back. It was hopeless to fight it, hopeless to deny it, and frankly, I was losing strength trying.
The alarm clock on my bedside table told me it was 9 o'clock. I frowned. It was odd that I had woken up this late. On second thought, it really wasn't. I had not been getting the right amount of sleep I was used to lately and I had turned in late last night. I cussed inwardly. Now that I had slept in, who would attend to Kane's wound? I admit that I was vain enough to think that nobody could care about him like I did. I headed towards the door and then stopped dead. Cupping my hands over my mouth, I blew out a breath and then turned to look at myself in the mirror.
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