Kael woke up slowly, blinking away the last traces of sleep. The early morning light seeped in through the window, faint and cold, painting the wooden beams of the ceiling in soft amber. He rolled over, stretched once, then sat up with a low groan.
He stood up and walked barefoot across the wooden floor. The chill made him shiver slightly. Quietly, he opened the door and stepped into the downstairs .
The stairs creaked under his feet as he descended. The shop below was still closed, and the building was quiet. Seris, it seemed, was still asleep.
His stomach growled.
Kael scratched the back of his head. "Ah, I'm hungry,"
He walked toward the back of the building, pushing open the door that led to the kitchen.
