Nova's brows furrowed as he looked at the envelope, wondering what it was doing here. He sighed, then bent to pick it up, closing the door behind him as he turned the envelope in his hand. The paper was heavy, luxurious even, and the weight in it told him this wasn't just a letter.
He sat back on the edge of the bed, stealing one last glance at her sleeping form.
Still sound asleep.
Still peaceful.
Whatever the letter contained, it could wait... at least a moment longer.
He ran his fingers once more across the faint glow on his wrist and his eyes narrowed in thought.
'Who is she, really?'
'Why me?'
'And why… does this feel so right even if I do not know her true purpose as yet? You are something that I had not expected before and yet here you are, in my bed, beside me almost every night, why?'
He had no answers. Not yet. But he had a war coming. A gathering storm. And somehow, this bond, this whatever it was in the eyes of the universe, they would be part of it.
