Ava: Jericho's Acceptance
Since neither shifter seems very interested in talking, I sit with only my thoughts for company.
Even Selene is silent in my head, though she rests her chin on my leg, her eyes deceptively closed.
She's not asleep, but still dealing with whatever demons are inside of her right now.
Both guards tense as Selene's ears flick around.
Someone's coming, she says, lifting her head to stare at the door. When both guards relax after that distracted look from them linking with someone, she does too, despite sniffing at the air.
Jericho, she says, as the door opens and his grizzled head pokes into the room.
Jericho glances around, looking at both guards with clear contempt, before nodding to me. "Girl," he says gruffly.
My lips twitch into a faint smile, an unexpected warmth blooming in my chest at his informal address. At least one thing hasn't changed. He still treats me the same, even after everything that's happened.