Iris
The alarm blares at 5:30 AM, and I groan, slapping at my phone to shut it off. Arthur stirs beside me, one arm still draped possessively across my waist.
“Already?” he mumbles, burying his face in my hair.
I yawn as I gently try to pull myself from his grip. “Caleb will be here in an hour.”
Today is the day. My debut as a Willford. The thought makes my stomach clench with a heady combination of excitement and terror.
Once Arthur has finally decided to release me from his arms, I shuffle to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. In the mirror, my eyes look the same as always—no sign of the mysterious glow Arthur saw last night. I peer closer, half-expecting to see something, anything, different about myself. But I’m still just me.
By the time I’ve shower
