Chapter 20

The jostling of the fabrics of the covers and the slightly creaking of the wooden floor boards had roused him from his sleep. As the floor boards continued to groan from added pressure, of someone walking, he sat up straight, looking around the room and sniffing the air for intruders. When no threat was detected, nor another being in general, he looked to the bed. It sat empty, the covers thrown off and absent of his sleeping mate. Placing a hand on the sheets, they were warm to the touch, indicating she had just been there. "Thealia?" He called out, his voice lazy and pronunciation slurred. "I didn't mean to wake you." A weak voice whispered back, coming from the floor on the other side of the bed. Standing up, he caught sight of small figure, curled in the corner of the wall, facing the foot of the bed. "Why you on floor?" He took her in, looking for any sign of distress but he only noticed that she was tense. "You okay?" She shook her head and blankly stare