Olivia Martins

I woke to soft morning light stretching across the stone floor. The sheets beside me were cold. Caspian was gone.

For a moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet. A folded note sat on the pillow where his head should’ve been. I reached for it.

Be ready later.

Caspian

Vague. Typical.

My stomach growled before I could dwell on it, dragging me out of bed. I got dressed in jeans and a soft black ...