CAINE
Sneaking through the dark hall of her camper is starting to become a habit.
Not a great one, either.
Fenris sounds sour from his place beneath the RV, where he's been keeping watch since Dylan and Randy left after the children were put to bed. He was less than enthused with my idea, but at least he isn't getting in my way.
If she catches you, I was never here.
Such loyalty from the other part of my soul.
Gritting my teeth against his brazenly perfidious nature, I manage to avoid creaking or shaking the RV as I sneak my way into the master bedroom.
Sara and Bun are fast asleep, cuddled on either side of Grace. The fan's on, blowing strands of golden hair across her nose, and yet the woman's oblivious.
The scene's so peaceful and perfect, it makes my little plot for a night of peace seem… dirty and mildly perverted.
What the fuck am I doing here, lurking in the darkness like some kind of deranged stalker because I can't sleep without her goddamn scent?
