Rhysand.
The phone vibrates once, twice, then continues like a jackhammer in my brain.
Dawn hasn’t even cracked the sky yet so who the f**k could be calling me at this hour.
Rain is curled against my side, face tucked into the crook of my arm, breathing slow and even. For once she isn’t fighting in her sleep. And she looks so peaceful and angelic and I hate that I have to move.
I slide my arm out from under her as carefully as I can. She makes a small, unhappy sound but doesn’t wake.
Good.
Grabbing the phone from the nightstand before it can buzz again, I slip out of bed, bare feet silent on the cold hardwood.
The door closes behind me with a soft click.
Kitchen lights are too bright so I don’t bother turning them on, letting the cold blue dawn throw long shadows along the marble.
