Foxy's POV
The morning light filtered through the thick curtains like a quiet whisper, soft and shy.
I reached out, instinctively searching for the warmth that had become my anchor every dawn since Marcus and I found our way to each other. But all I touched was cold, empty space.
My eyes fluttered open.
He wasn't there.
I blinked sleepily and turned toward the clock on the wall. It was barely past dawn. Too early for most, but not for Marcus. He was a creature of discipline, of responsibility.
But still, my chest tightened.
I didn't let my thoughts wander too far.
I lazily get up and walekd straight to the bathroom to take a shower, when I'm done, I slipped into a white t-shirt and a black leggings, I padded through the empty hallway. The castle was silent, too silent for my liking.
When I reached the dining room, the familiar aroma of brewed coffee and warm bread greeted me. The long table was already set, plates neatly arranged, the food still steaming.
