Breakfast With Fire

Ryanna POV

The bed was cold when I woke. For a moment, panic snapped through me, the bond tugging in a new, awkward direction, Aedryos. I sat up, hair falling in my face, eyes darting to every corner of the suite. Empty.

“Of course he’s gone,” I muttered, rubbing the grit from my eyes. “Because wh...

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