Alora’s POV

The next morning, after the unfortunate incident that took place during the birthday of Morgan, I tiptoed out of Phoebe’s room while she was sleeping, and made my way to our apartment.

My whole body still ached from the shift last night, and I was wearing Phoebe’s nightwear. It was better than the extra-large joggers Lucien had brought with him when he came to pick me up.

Apparently, he had responded to my mindlink, and had been waiting for me. He had also guided me through my ...