Waking Up In His Arms.

The night air is cool, carrying a hint of dampness as Jun and Rey move quietly through the darkened hallways of Kieran's mansion.

The dim flicker of candlelight barely penetrates the shadows, but they've long since grown accustomed to the silence that hangs in the air.

"This is a bad idea," Rey mutters, his voice low, barely more than a breath. He glances at Jun, a frown tugging at his lips. "We shouldn't be snooping around."

Jun shakes his head, his eyes glinting with curiosity. "We're not snooping. I just want to know if he's still alive in there. You have no idea how much Ace is angry at him! Do you know if I hadn't gone home in the morning _ Ace would have gone away, and I don't know where. We should know if he is still around... if they have talked it out."

Rey lets out a small, exasperated sigh. "You're just being nosy. You know Kieran doesn't like people poking around in his business."