After her conversation with the hybrids, Coco immediately made her way down the wooden staircase of the inn, her footsteps making soft sounds against the oak wood.
The married couple had left her room and went back to their own, and she was quite sure that Sinclair will do something that will rock Alithe's morning world based on the dark skinned man's gaze.
It was the kind of gaze that a person in love would throw towards the person they love.
Coco shook her head and focused on descending the stairs.
She could hear the sounds of the inn's pub from below, the sounds of clinking glasses and hushed conversations filtering up the stairs.
She paused for a moment at the bottom of the stairs, taking a deep breath before steeling herself to whatever's about to happen and pushing through the pub door, ready to have breakfast with her husbands.
