“Crevan?” Ella pushed open the bedroom door gently, wondering if she was disturbing him.
She found him, body curled up on the narrow windowsill, his head pressed against the cool glass. She could see his reflection in it, the disheveled mane of red hair nearly colorless. His eyes contemplated the night sky outside. Ella thought she might have been imagining the way his eyes mirrored the stars, but she wasn’t sure. She watched as he blinked, marveling at the simple yet fluid movement. It was only when she took a furtive step closer and felt the cool air playing across her face, that she realized the window was open.
“Don’t jump,” she said, trying her best not to surprise him.
Vertigo gripped her stomach in tight knots.
Crevan turned, startled despite her careful tone. She could see the tiny cuts that criss-crossed his face and the ugly bruise that stained one of his cheekbones.
“Why not?” He asked, pushing the window open wider.
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