Avyanne's POV

The first thing I heard when I woke up was the humming of birds.

Not the soft, tuneless humming people do when they’re half-asleep, but a low, lazy melody that sharpened through the doorway like sunlight. I removed the covers back and padded to the threshold of Blair’s room. He was standing just in front of the mirror, tugging a black shirt down his torso with exactly five buttons fastened not more, not less—like there was a treaty somewhere showing different terms of ...