Selene POV

I woke up the next morning feeling like I had been sleeping on clouds.

The weird dream was still there in the back of my mind, but with sunlight streaming through the windows and birds chirping outside, it felt less important. Maybe it was really just my brain working through stress, probably. Nothing to worry about.

Sylvester was already gone, his side of the bed was cold, but he had left fresh coffee on the nightstand with a note

Written in his messy ...