Book 8: What If They Take Her?

Kenna

I wake up in the morning to hazy sunlight blaring through my windows. I blink, reaching up to rub my eyes but then pause and look over at the other side of the bed. 

Evander slept here last night, but he’s no longer here, and his side of the bed is cold and empty. 

He’s leaving today. Soon, I assume, given the fact I overslept, and it’s probably close to 9:00 AM. I roll over onto my side, lifting up on an elbow to peer over the edge of the bassinet beside my bed. 

Brie is snoozing with a peaceful expression on her perfect face. 

A soft creak alerts me to someone entering the room, and thinking it’s Evander, I sit up a little straighter, but it’s only Avery. 

“Hey,” I whisper, pushing the sheets down to free my legs as I swing them out of bed. “I didn’t expect to see you until later.”

“It’s a quiet morning down in your makeshift infirmary,” she says with a soft smirk. She edges toward the bassin