Awakening - Rejected Mate
Sierra picks up a strand of my hair and twirls it with her free hand, never breaking contact of the first and I settle back down into my dark blankness as I shut my eyes once more, to focus only on her voice.
The night air is still and quiet, and for once, I can’t even hear the owls in the trees or the leaves rustling on the wind outside my window. There are no other noises around us, not even the ones of the house creaking, or the Munro’s coughing in their sleep, which is a little odd, but maybe I usually sleep through the night and don’t know the world sometimes falls silent.