Sunlight was what woke Valkyrie the next morning. Groggily she woke, her eyes registering the bright streams of light pouring into the room from the window. She rolled over, expecting to feel Tarthon’s warm body next to her. Instead, she felt only emptiness.

Her eyes snapped open and she sat up. Tarthon was nowhere to be seen. She jumped out of bed, quickly throwing on some black leggings over her underwear and a tank top over her matching black bra. She then scrambled into her boots and charged across the room, opening the door of her apartment and looking down the hall. He was still nowhere to be seen.

“The big bastard,” she grumbled. Continue reading That Night: Part 9 →