Rowan:
"What's wrong, precious?" Saint asked, placing his lips against my forehead. That is the second time he has done that this morning.
"He thinks your fever is going to spike any second." The dark one chuckled.
"I'm just tired, my love," I answered, cupping his handsome face.
"You need to gather them… they need to know what is going on, and we think we have a plan." My monster yawned, tired from the outskirts of my mind.
"Let her finish her coffee first. She'll need it." The dark me said.
"Maybe a second cup wouldn't hurt." Rumbled my monster,
"Saint, I need to tell you something that happened last night… But… I need another cup of coffee first." I rubbed my face trying to rid myself of the sleep and the headache that was forming from all of us talking in my mind.
"Okay. Let
