Book 15: How Long Have You Known?

Marianna

I wake to spring rain and hazy gray sunlight filtering through modern blinds that don’t match the intricate stonework surrounding the windows. Gray paint makes the room darker than it should be, maybe even a few degrees colder than I’m sure it is outside. I stretch like a cat, groaning as my body pops and sizzles from lack of movement, then blink at the ceiling–domed, with a crystal chandelier hanging overhead. I realize with a start I have no godly idea where I am, but I’ve… hell, I’m not even surprised at this point. I feel like I’ve lived a thousand lives over the past two or three weeks, so what’s a strange bed in a strange room?

A room that smells like Blake at his rawest.

The door on the far side of the room smacks against the wall as it flies open, and a dark-haired blur is my only warning before Skye flies onto the bed.

I catch her with a crunch that stifles Blake’s rushed exhale as he follows her into the room, but he stops