Early the next morning, I woke up in Xaden's bed and was then tossed to the side.
I watched as the sun's rays lit up the room and took a deep breath at how nice it was.
I had never been opportune to view the sunrise from such a glorious room.
The corner I had slept in back in the pack was cold, dark, and lonely.
This was the first time that I had witnessed such a thing.
I stretched slowly, and memories of what happened last night hit me.
I had been so shocked to see him storm off and leave the room.
I didn't understand. He wanted to be out of sight so fast that he ripped the front door open.
I sighed and turned.
Was I to leave the bedroom? What was going to happen to me? Where would I even go to?
All these ran through me as the already damaged door opened.
It was an older man with a tiny box who came in.
I pulled away, unsure of who this man was.
