#Chapter 78 - Worries and Troubles

Celia I drop Soren’s hand while my eyes adjust to the darkness of the bedroom. From behind me, I can hear the click of the door locking. My heart flutters in my chest and Soren flicks on the lights. They are a nice and warm hue, easy on the eyes, and I turn to look at Soren. From the corner of my eye, I can see the neatly made bed. Its white sheets and gray pillows lure me in, my body already slowly feeling the effects of sleep take over my body. The sleepiness fights the adrenaline that begins to course throughout my veins. I bite my lip and glance over my shoulder at the rest of the room. It is bare, yes, but it has all of the necessities that we’ll need. There’s even an extra pile of blankets that sits at the foot of the bed. It looks— “Celia,” Soren’s voice rings out, interrupting my thoughts. My head snaps back into his direction. There is a small smile on his face, one that only I can see through the twitching of his lips. He removes his hands from his pockets and shift