Early morning sunlight streamed through the bedroom window in Ashlynn's bedchamber high in the tower that belonged to her coven.
For a moment, Jocelynn felt like she was eight years old again, with Ashlynn's arms wrapped around her after they'd both fallen asleep while reading The Voyages of Captain Ewan and the Lighthouse Lady. It was a warm, cozy feeling, surrounded by a faintly evergreen scent that belonged exclusively to her sister, and Jocelynn rolled over in bed, half expecting to find Ashlynn there.
The moment she did, the illusion shattered as her eyes found nothing but an empty bed with an extra set of fluffy, goose down pillows.
