ARYA

Daxton wasn't there when I woke up. My stomach twisted with unease. His side of the sheets were cold, meaning he'd left a long time ago.

I sat up slowly, the chill of the early morning prickling against my bare shoulders. A storm brewed outside, the sky was a deep gray.

Something was off.

The bathroom was empty. There was no water running. I couldn't feel his presence either.

I didn't panic yet.

I dressed, trying to ignore the knot in my throat. I told ...