Kieran’s POV
The first thing I noticed when I woke the following morning was the sound of birds chirping outside the window. Then, I noticed the scent.
It was soft and clean, faintly floral, like the lightest spritz of wisteria perfume. It wrapped around me like a comforting blanket and made a faint smile tug at one corner of my mouth.
Charlotte.
It was her scent; I was sure of it. It was all around me, on my skin, my clothes, my hair, as if I had been tangled up in her all night. And in a strange way, I was glad for it.
But then I opened my eyes, and a strange, unexpected feeling of disappointment washed over me.
Charlotte wasn’t here.
I turned my head. Nora was curled up against me, still out cold. On the other side of her, the bed was empty. Charlotte must ha
