Chapter 81: Healing, Part 3
Cianne sat curled up on the oversized chair in the sitting area with a blanket wrapped around her. Showered and tired, she watched quietly as Tristan pulled the glass-filled sheets off his bed. He then swept up the remaining glass that had landed on the floor and threw it in the small garbage can.
Every so often, he looked over at her with an uneasy expression that he turned into a smile when their eyes met.
*What the hell is going on with me?*
She could accept that she was a Coesen, that she had visions because of that, but did being a Coesen mean she would be a danger to the people she loved most in the world?
Cianne looked at the huge glassless print above his bed and sighed. She placed the side of her face on her knees so that she faced away from Tristan. Pieces of her wet hair clung to her cheek but she didn't wipe them away. She had too much on her mind to care what her hair looked like.