Get Down On Your Knees And Beg, Ex-Husband
**Nia's Point of View**
My mind raced through possible explanations, each one worse than the last. We'd forgotten about those damn blankets. In all the chaos with Diana and the rabbit and nearly cracking my skull open, we'd completely forgotten that we'd left obvious evidence of our plan to sleep separately.
I could see Khiron's jaw working, his brain clearly running through the same desperate calculations mine was.
Then his face cleared, like he'd just landed on something.
"Oh, those?" he responded, his voice shifting to something casual, almost amused. "Nia gets cold easily at night. Really cold. She mentioned it on the drive over."