Cassidy
I left Damon's room feeling… better. Not good, not fixed, just better. Like I could breathe again without something heavy sitting on my chest.
The halls were quiet as I made my way back—Kieran's room. No, our room now, after the wedding. That still felt strange to think about.
I slipped inside, closing the door behind me. The room was empty, of course. Kieran usually didn't return until late—meetings, council affairs, pack business. The man practically lived in duty.
I made my way to the bathroom, eager to wash away the tension of the day. A long shower helped clear my head, the hot water unwinding the knots in my shoulders.
When I finally turned off the water and stepped out, it hit me—I'd forgotten to grab clothes.
"Brilliant," I muttered under my breath, wrapping myself in the towel. It was barely decent—one of those smaller ones meant for hair or maybe a child.
