Chapter 93

The soothing chirp of birds waking me up is a calming yet welcomed surprise in the morning, and even as the flames in the fireplace have died out long ago the heating sun took its place in warming my surroundings, coming as a thin line over the openings on the walls, shinning bright behind my closed eyelids.

I yawn myself awake, blinking a few times and remembering last night before I stretch up and make Ethan fall down, stopping myself mid movement only to notice a lack of weight against my side, and when I look over he is indeed missing, and a single glance tells me is not only from my side but from this very room.

I shake myself awake as I stand, popping the bones on my wings and stretching my back up and my paws forward before closing them on my back, feeling the floor he was at, cold to the touch.