Kael snored once, loud. Blair went rigid. She glanced up in time to see Guinevere's hand come out of the blanket and cover Kael's mouth.
The snoring died instantly. Guinevere gave his face a little "there, there" pat and moved her hand back to where it was.
Blair blinked. That bitch was definitely still asleep.
Then she looked down at the note she was holding.
Dear Blair, I am s—
The rest of it was scratched out. The line through it was so aggressive it had torn the paper. A crumpled one sat beside it that he'd clearly balled with both hands. She smoothed the mess open.
Blair. I am a dick. A giant one who is—
It stopped.
She flipped it over. Nothing.
"Who is what?" she muttered. "The options are ENDLESS, Kael, and you chose NONE of them."
A third wad waited. With zero mercy, she flattened it.
This was disgusting to write. Burn this.
Right then. She made her decision and would be reading every last one.
Blair, I am man enough to admit it when I am—
