The next day, Annabelle woke up with a splitting headache. She groaned, a hand shot up to her face, her fingers gently massaging her temples.
She looked around and her brows pulled together. For a moment, she forgot about the headache and jumped off the bed. Tripping on the bedsheets, she fell, and a yelp escaped her lips.
She sighed, tugging the stray strands of hair behind her ear, but didn't try to stand up, too lazy to do so.
"You're awake," a masculine voice came from the door.
She whipped her head and found its owner leaning against the door frame. Her thoughts halted as the events of the night before came rushing back.
She sat up when he approached but didn't rise from the floor.
"Thank you," she uttered, her voice low.
Cassian stopped in front of her and squatted to be of the same height. "I should be the one thanking you," he said, his tone soft and gaze gentle. "Thank you for accepting me and coming with me."
Right, that happened, Annabelle thought.
