Athena awakened earlier than Mors, the faint light of dawn filtering through the woven bamboo walls. It's still early in the morning...
She instinctively reached to wipe the strands of hair clinging to her face but froze when she noticed her hand streaked with dried blood. Where did this come from?
Her heart skipped a beat. The sharp, metallic stench of blood filled the air, making her stomach churn.
Alarmed, she sat up and scanned the dimly lit room, following the overpowering scent to its source. Her gaze landed on Mors.
He lay motionless beside her, his broad form draped in a black military jacket. Huh? Why did he smell like blood?
At first glance, he appeared to be sleeping soundly, but as her eyes adjusted, she noticed the dark patches staining the fabric.
Blood.
