"Mhm~" Selene stirred from her beauty sleep, the faint light of morning slipping through the tavern's half-drawn curtains.
Her body felt heavy, her muscles aching in ways that were both strange and familiar.
She rolled lazily onto her side, her cheek brushing against the still-warm pillow, but then... as she reached the other side, she instantly noticed that...
It was empty.
Thump!
Her heart gave a small, involuntary lurch. The sheets beside her were rumpled, but the space was strangely cold.
She blinked rapidly, pushing herself up on one elbow.
"Gray…?" Her voice came out softer than she expected.
No answer.
A hollow feeling began to creep into her chest.
She sat up fully, clutching the blanket against her bare skin as if it could shield her from the sudden unease clawing at her ribs.
'Did he… just leave?'
The thought struck sharply as her hands tightened around the fabric.
'No… no, he wouldn't… right?'
