Behind the Bookshelf

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

I am by no means over the conversation I had with Colin. I think about it as I jot more ideas down onto my writing pad, pushing away stray locks that drip off the loose puff.

My eyes stretching across the kitchen space.

I'm still trying to see if I can hear the Prince move around in his cave. I'm calling it a cave because at this point it's the one place he seems to like to