Morning came softly.
Golden light slipped through the curtains slowly while the fire burned low beneath the hearth, almost completely gone.
Aire stirred faintly beneath the blankets.
Warmth lingered around her skin.
The realization came immediately alongside the memory of last night and heat crawled softly up her throat.
Aire opened her eyes slowly.
The first thing she noticed was the empty space beside her.
Her breath caught immediately.
She turned quickly toward the other side of the bed, and it was cold. The blankets there were untouched.
A faint panic twisted briefly through her chest. Was he back to his old self?
"Nate?"
No answer came immediately.
Aire pushed herself upward quickly. Her silver hair fell loosely around her shoulders as she looked around the room.
Then, she heard a low grunt from beside the bed.
Aire blinked.
She leaned over the edge slightly, and found Nate on the floor.
