Book 11: A Whole Lot of Blood

Misty

I follow Cole through his… apartment, I guess. The layout of these suites is remarkably like the Firestone castle in Moonrise where my family has their own apartments within the castle. But this place is practically empty. Dusty and stale. If he has personal objects, they’re not here. 

I creep behind him, careful to keep at least a few feet of distance between us as he leads me into a bedroom that… smells like him. 

I hadn’t noticed before–his scent. It’s very clean and brisk. It’s hard to describe. I don’t dwell on it. Instead, I’m looking at his perfectly made bed–so perfect I wonder if he’s ever even slept in it. 

“Sit down,” he commands… gently, at least. 

“Why?”

“Because you need stitches, and you’re very short. I don’t want to have to bend down the whole time.”

“I’ll be completely healed in a few hours.”

“That’s long enough to catch an infection,” he grumbles as he pulls open the top dra