Hello, friends! Sorry for the wait. *Me, last chapter: I'll post on the third! :)*
laughs in procrastination
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned and I am not Sarah J Maas
Without further ado..
Freye lifted her head from the hard kitchen table, blinking and stretching her arms above her head. The watery light of dawn filtered though the cracks in the heavy wooden shutters; she must have fallen asleep, after Rhys had told her… everything. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stood, the memories came rushing back to her.
"His name is Fenrys." Her mate's voice was filled with a combination of longing and grief. The way he looked down at the ground, shoulders caving ever so slightly inward as they only did when he was lost - he was embarrassed. It broke her heart to see him like this - ashamed of his past, of being weak. She was his mate. He should never feel this way around her. Rhys had left her there, allowing her to process it all, but the only thought that was in her head was, Rhys has a brother. Or he had one. But they were not actually brothers, just best friends who were like brothers.
The whole mess must have been so confusing she had fallen asleep right there and then, Freye decided, rubbing at the imprint the kitchen table had left on her cheek. Standing up, Freye pure herself a glass of water, and looked at the window set high in the wall. It had been left open and a biting draft tickled that back of her neck. Judging by the position of the watery sun that once again making it's endless journey across the sky, it was just past dawn. Rhys would be asleep still. She could go upstairs and climb into bed with him, and fall sound asleep beside her mate. They would sort all of this out in the morning. Immediate plan of action decided, Freye half sleep-walked up the stairs and into bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.