TYR

I woke to the warmth of sunlight on my face and the quiet rhythm of Zuri’s breathing beside me. Her hair had spilled over her pillow in soft curls and she had one hand tucked under her cheek.

For a while, I just watched the peaceful look on her face, which soothed the storm still flickering somewhere inside me. I brushed a loose strand from her forehead and smiled to myself.

It felt wrong to move, but duty had its way of creeping back in. I slipped from the bed and found my trousers, ...