*Daphne*

My eyelids fluttered open and I squinted at the early morning light that streamed in through our bedroom window. Rion was still asleep, his eyelashes brushing his cheekbones. I wondered if he remembered our conversation from the night before, wincing as I remembered the despair and loneliness I had felt when he stormed out of our house.

I had been depressed but also extremely angry, intent on sleeping in separate beds the night before. But I was ...