Blazar stirred under the heavy blanket, the faint chill still clinging to her skin like a lingering caress. For a moment she forgot where she was.
The warmth of the bed, the faint scent of frost and pine that lingered in the air around her, the steady memory of being pulled into Kaelric's arms the night before—all of it came rushing back in a disorienting wave.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly. The space beside her was empty, the sheets cold where he had been.
But the sound of running water came from the bathroom, muffled but clear. She sat up carefully, her hair tumbling around her shoulders in messy waves, and looked around the room with sleep-heavy eyes.
The bag she had been packing was half-zipped, her clothes spilling from the side in disarray. It felt surreal—half of her wanted to believe last night was just a vivid dream, but the cold still clinging to her lips said otherwise.
