Kaelan

Waking up to an empty bed, I knew what had happened already.

Seraphina had fled, again.

That first night, I had woken up to the emptiness of the bed without knowing when she slipped out, and it was happening again.

I wasn’t even a deep sleeper, but somehow, twice that Seraphina and I had spent the night together, I had managed to sleep well and more peacefully, and that meant sleeping deeply. For a man who had been deeply betrayed and heartbroken, sleeping peacefully wasn’t ...