Missy let out a quiet breath as she tossed and turned restlessly on her bed.
Something felt strange.
No... not the room.
Not the bed either.
Or perhaps—
Perhaps after spending nearly two weeks sleeping beside Raven, she had simply grown too used to his presence.
The thought alone made her sigh.
She pushed the blanket aside and climbed out of bed.
Only to freeze.
Raven was lying on the sofa right outside her room.
Her eyes widened slightly.
Why was he sleeping there?
Did he do it on purpose?
To keep the spirits away?
"Thirsty?"
Raven's voice startled her.
His eyes were still closed, though he slowly opened them afterward.
"Y-Yes," Missy answered awkwardly before heading toward the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator and poured herself a glass of cold water.
Raven quietly followed behind her.
Missy took a sip before glancing at him.
"What?"
Raven hesitated for a moment.
For once, he actually looked uncertain.
