Eira’s POV

Henry yawned and rubbed his eyes, his voice thick with sleep. “Morning… I didn’t mean to oversleep. It gets so cold here at night; I think I might’ve caught a chill.”

He shivered slightly, tugging at the edge of his sleeve as if to ward off the chill, and gave a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his tired eyes.

I blinked at him, trying to wrap my head around it. “Hold on… you really spent the night here?” I asked, my voice betraying more surprise than I ...