*Saoirse*

I blinked up at the ceiling, shielding my eyes again for a moment before letting out a deep sigh and turning over, my skin prickling from the early morning cold. I reached out blindly, searching for Rhys in the dim light, but once again caught nothing but air.

My eyebrows furrowed. I knew he rose early. After we made up the previous night, I thought he might at least say goodbye to me before leaving and tell me to have a good day. I forced myself to shrug it ...