The pale morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft patterns across the ceiling. The room was quiet—too quiet. Raelynn's eyes fluttered open slowly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling above. She didn't move, her body still buried beneath the warm sheets.
Her mind stirred as fragments of last night's conversation drifted back—Elion's low voice, his stern warning.
Don't go meet with Axel anymore.
Her brows faintly furrowed, replaying those words in her head. The way he'd said it—firm, almost desperate—like there was something more behind it. But thinking about that so early in the morning? Ugh... not now.
With a quiet sigh, she shut her eyes again, trying to push the lingering thoughts away. For once, she just wanted a peaceful morning without complicated things swirling in her head.
But peace never lasted long here.
