Evaline:
I padded my way down the stairs, my fingers nervously grazing along the cool banister as I descended each step.
The house was quiet... eerily so. I wondered if either Oscar or Draven had returned home yet. It was already ten in the morning, far later than I usually slept in, but my night had been far from restful.
I knew River might already be gone. He usually left around eight sharp for work. And that would have been convenient. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face him again after last night. My heart still hadn't decided if it wanted to flee from him or cling to him and never let go.
But as soon as I stepped into the living room, my stomach plummeted.
Because there he was.
He was standing tall by the floor-to-ceiling glass wall that overlooked the side garden, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, the other hand tucked casually in his pocket.
