Maisie
I didn't think it was possible to be bursting with happiness and deeply sad in the same breath, but the next couple days proved me wrong.
Soren, Jericho, Quinlan and I established some form of routine. It was... nice, and I quickly discovered how much I missed waking with Jericho's heavy, protective arm banded around my middle, his silver hair sleep-mussed and his face completely unguarded as he breathed softly.
I liked waking to the sound of Soren tiptoeing around my room, so he wouldn't wake me while he fixed my breakfast before heading off to his demanding duties.
I enjoyed Quinlan dropping by unannounced at lunch and sliding into the seat beside me while my friends talked, his attention mostly on whatever he was doing on his tablet. Work, probably. I tended to forget he was wealthier than the Goddess.
