I sat in the middle of my bed until the sun began to rise the next morning, still uncertain about whether I should move or not.
Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open, and I instinctively extended my claws, preparing to defend myself, but I relaxed when I saw Adam standing there.
"Wow. It's just me," he said, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender as if to pacify the tension in the air.
"What do you want?" I snapped, irritation lacing my voice as I cast a wary glance around my sparsely decorated room, my instincts reeling as I instinctively retracted my claws.
"I’ve had this terrible feeling in my stomach all night," he replied, an edge of unease creeping into his tone. "I could only assume it was coming from you."
"Well, you made your feelings abundantly clear last night, so
