The first rays of the morning painted the sky in soft hues, gently filtering through the curtains of the guest chamber.
Rheanne was sitting gracefully at the table and her long white hair cascaded loosely down her back, still slightly tousled from sleep.
She held the teacup with both hands, taking slow sips as steam rose in lazy curls.
She took another sip, trying to push the unease away.
Then, the sound of footsteps on the balcony drew her attention.
Brandon stepped in through the open doors with a wry, slightly sheepish smile on his face.
"Morning," he said softly.
Rheanne's gaze narrowed the moment she saw him.
She set her teacup down on the table with a deliberate *clink*, as irritation flashed across her features.
"You scoundrel. You come to sleep with me only when you need ether."
She stood up and reached for one of the decorative pillows on the nearby couch.
Without hesitation, she threw it at him with surprising force.
Thump!
