The afternoon sun was streaming through the windows, casting warm golden light across the room as I slowly stirred awake.
I blinked, groggy but content, feeling the soft weight of Seraphine's arm draped over me. Her breathing was steady, and for a brief moment, I thought about letting her sleep a little longer.
But of course, chaos has a way of sneaking up when you least expect it.
A loud crash echoed from the hallway, followed by a distinctly irritated voice. Seraphine's eyes flew open, and she groaned, burying her face in the pillow.
"Not again," she muttered, her voice muffled by the fabric.
I sat up, glancing toward the door just as it burst open, and there, in all his mischievous glory, was Ember the tiny dragon causing havoc once again.
His wings were flapping furiously, and he had a small vase clutched in his claws.
