The made-up, full-sized bed had never been slept in, since he spent his days in a cave a few miles away. Grabbing a satchel from the hook behind the door, he walked to the armoire and yanked the drawers open, pulling a few pairs of jeans out to stuff in his duffle bag. He was meeting a coven of witches, it’s not like he needed to dress for the occasion. Pressing a finger into the corner of the false bottom he’d made, he grabbed a couple of rolls of cash. He opened the side of the wardrobe and snatched shirts from their hangers. Dropping the bag on the bed as he passed it, he picked his watch up off the nightstand and walked to the window. The night called to him. Staring at the twinkling stars which played hide and seek with the clouds, he wanted to glide through the sky with Ember locked in his embrace. Show her what it was like to be desired and claimed. Watch her expression as they made love under the stars.He placed his palm on the glass, absorbing the chill. The cold never affected him, heat didn’t bother him, he was constantly numb.
