Odette's POV
I didn't know when I fell asleep. One moment I'd been lying stiff as a corpse on Evander's bed, determined not to let a single part of me touch his side of the mattress, and the next, the chirping of birds was tugging me awake. Morning. Somehow, the night had ended, and I'd survived it.
For a few long seconds, I didn't move. My lashes fluttered, heavy from sleep, and I listened. The air was still. Too still. No sound of movement, no low breathing beside me, no rustle of clothing or that heavy presence that always made the room feel smaller when he was in it.
Was he still here?
My fingers curled around the edge of the blanket. I held my breath, waiting, straining to catch even the smallest sound. Nothing.
