I wake to a balmy morning, a flutter of a breeze winking across the surface of the pool. After Jenna left last night, I stared up into the night sky for hours, my eyes burning and throat parched. As much as I’d felt the human inclination to cry, my body wouldn’t spare the water. I’d understood that I’d not been quite recovered from the earlier ordeal with Sanctum, and opening up to Jenna had pushed me over the edge. I fell asleep under the stars on a chaise longue outside, which isn’t uncommon for me, especially when I’m feeling out of sorts. I still am. I stretch my body and slip into the water, letting it soothe away the aches and pains of the confinement of my human body. Everything aches in an odd way—my mind as much as my body. Trusting someone with everything you are—especially when you’re an entirely different species—is incredibly traumatic. On top of that, revisiting my history had made me miss my father something fierce.
