Kennedy

I slept until late in the morning the next day. Surprisingly, so did Quirin. Or at least, he was still in bed when I woke up.

The moment I stirred, I felt his lips press against the top of my head. “Did you sleep well, Little Pup?”

I shift. My body is still sore as the memory of last night returns to me.

“Wendy...” I say, starting to get out of bed.

“She’s awake. Kier told me Henry went to stay with her while your parents came to get some food. Before they’d finished ...